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sp0o0kylights · 9 months

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Part Two / Part Three

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It's 8:45 am.

The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.

It was no Benny's, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?

No one was complaining.

They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves.

It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.

He doesn't mind it.

Wayne's a man on a budget thinner than his shoelace, but he's also a man who understands that small indulgences need to be made in life or you didn't truly live it.

This is how he convinces himself to get a coffee at the Barn after work everyday, reading the morning newspaper and chatting with the other regulars before he heads home.

Bonus, it gets him out of the rapid-fire franticness that is his nephew in the mornings.

(All the love in the world wouldn't change the fact that all that Eddie came with a lot of noise.

The kind of noise that was a tried and true recipe for a headache right after a long shift.)

As a trade off, Wayne went to bed early so he could wake up in time for dinner with Eddie.

It was a nice little system that worked for them.

A routine Wayne was reminiscing fondly on, when the pager on Chief Hopper started to chirp. With a sad moan, the man fished out a few crumbled bills and threw them on the counter, abandoning his coffee to trudge out to his truck.

This was not unusual.

Particularly recently, given they were but a scant few weeks past that whole mall ordeal. A fact all too easy to remember when one caught sight of the Chief’s still healing face.

What was unusual, was when he came storming through the doors a minute later, face now a furious shade of red with his hat clenched in his hand.

The energy in the room shifted, taking on something a little watchful as Hopper swept his gaze from side to side, like a dog on the hunt.

Judging by the way he stilled when he caught sight of Wayne, the latter assumed he found what he was looking for and could only pray it was the person behind him.

(He liked John, but Wayne had enough trouble this year and he wasn't looking for any more.)

"Munson." Hopper called, striding over and dashing all his hopes. There was a choked fury emitting off him, and given the way John audibly scooted his chair away, Wayne knew everyone had clocked it.

"Chief." Wayne greeted, inclining his head towards him.

Idly he wondered what the hell his nephew had done this time.

'So help me if he stole all the town's lawn flamingos and put them in that damn teachers yard again….'

Wayne didn't even get to finish his threat, the Chief was already next to him.

"Mind if I have a word outside?"

Dammit Eddie.

"Ah hell, what's he done now?" Wayne asked with a sigh, eyeing the coffee he had left morosely.

There was still almost half of it left and the pot had tasted fresh for once.

"What?" Hopper said, and then Wayne got to watch as the man ran through an entire chain of thoughts, each one punctuated by things like; "Oh," and "No. "

"This is something else." He finished, flushed and fidgeting, anger making him antsy.

Wayne stared up at him.

"Something else?" He repeated, not sure he heard.

"Yes, something else." Hopper snapped impatiently, before leaning forward, voice dropping low. "This doesn't involve your nephew, but we both know you owe me for how many times I've let that kid off, Wayne. That's a damn big favor I've been doing you and I'm calling it in."

If it were any other cop, it'd sound like a threat.

It was Hopper though. The same Hopper who Wayne had gone to school with.

They'd never been friends exactly, but they had been friendly and remained so. Even now, after Wayne had taken Eddie in, who’d gone on to be an undeniable pain in the local PD’s ass.

Hopper really did let the kid off easy.

Wayne really did owe him.

So he put down his coffee with a sigh, passed his newspaper over to John and stood up, motioning for Hopper to lead the way. Got into the Chief’s truck when he waved him in, and didn’t make a big fuss when Hopper tore out of the parking lot like hell was about to open up under them.

"Not a lot of the kids involved in the mall fire could be identified, but a few of them were." Hopper started, which felt nonsensical given the utter lack of context.

Wayne hummed to show he’d heard.

“Some of them got banged up more than others, and a lot of people wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t make it.”

A pause, Hopper white knuckling the steering wheel as he swung the truck hard around a turn.

“For certain people, those kids dying is the preferred outcome.”

A mix of fear and warning swopped low in Wayne’s gut.

"Jim." Wayne said, dropping the use of a last name because if any situation called for it, it was this one. "What exactly are you saying here?"

The Chief chewed on his split lip.

"I know you're smart, Munson. I know you, and plenty of others are aware that something's happening, been happening in this town."

Which was a hell of an understatement if you asked Wayne. Plenty of the upper classes might be able to bury their heads when it came to the military parading about and the flow of “accidents” they brought in their wake, but then, they didn't see all the other signs of trouble.

The absolute oddity that was Starcourt’s construction.

How it had been built using primarily outside crews and anyone who'd taken a singular look at the site could tell you they were building it weird.

Weird as in it looked like it would have a multi-level basement, and not what a mall should have.

Then there were the constant electrical problems. The backups upon backups that failed. The late night delivery vans headed out to the Hawkins Lab.

The things in the woods that kept spooking all the deer and the weird markings they left behind that unnerved even the hardest of hunters.

This didn’t even touch the Russian military that more than one reputable person swore was hanging around.

The very same Wayne himself had seen, on more than one occasion.

(And you couldn’t deny it; those boys were military. Past or present, it didn’t matter. They moved like a threat, and Wayne treated them like one, staying well clear.)

"Yeah." Wayne admitted. "I also know better than to stick my nose in it."

"That makes you a smarter man than me.' Hop complained under his breath, but the anger was self directed.

"The point is, there are some government types crawling around, doing shit they shouldn't be doing, and more than a few of them are in the business of making people disappear.”

This was absolutely not where Wayne had thought this was going.

Hopper took a breath. Than another.

A third.

It was starting to make Wayne nervous, in a way he hadn’t felt since a social worker had brought Eddie to him for the last time and final time. It was the feeling that things were about to shift in a way that would change the course of his life.

"Steve Harrington is sitting in my office right now, beat to absolute shit.” Hopper admitted.

Wayne gave him the floor to talk, letting him go at his own pace without interruptions.

“He's there because some of those government types finally figured out his parents are never fucking home.”

Wayne sucked in a breath.

"We both know his parents, Wayne. Harassing them to come back and take care of their kid won't work, and frankly, I’m beginning to think all the phone lines are tapped anyway.” He winced here, like voicing such a thing pained him, and Wayne understood.

It sounded a little too out there, a little like he was buying into a conspiracy.

Except he wasn’t. Wayne knew he wasn’t.

Jim Hopper might have been an alcoholic, a man living in pain and unconcerned with his own life, but if there was one thing he was solid for, it was shit like this.

He didn’t jump to conclusions. Didn’t believe the first thing people told him. Even at his worst, he did the work to see what was really happening, and made his decisions from there.

(Even if that decision was to accept the occasional bribe, or drive an intoxicated 13 year old Eddie home instead of hauling his ass into the drunk tank.)

“Harrington won’t admit it, but he’s got a hell of a concussion if not a full blown brain injury and he’s not reacting as well as he should to Suites trying to run him off the road.” Hopper continued. Angrily, he added, “Damn kid didn’t even come to me until they tried to break into his house last night.”

His fingers squeezed the wheel so hard Wayne heard the leather creak in protest.

“I’d take him, but my cabin is being renovated from…” He trailed off, heaving a sigh.

“A storm, so me and my kid are bunked with the Byers right now and we’re full up.”

Hawkins hadn't had a storm like that in years, but Wayne wasn't going to call him out on the blatant lie.

“I need a place to stash him for the next few weeks, until I can work with some of the higher ups sniffing around, and get them to call off their attack dogs.”

“And you want to stuff him with me.” Wayne finished.

“I know you don’t have the room.” Hopper admitted easily, stopping his truck at a red light and locking eyes with the other man. “But I also know you’ll be the last place anyone would look for him.”

'Ain’t that the damn truth.'

“You’re really gonna go this far for a Harrington?” Wayne asked, instead of the million of other questions leaping to the forefront of his mind.

This one, he figured, was the most important.

“He’s not his dad.” Hopper said, as firm as Wayne had ever heard him. “He’s not either of his parents, and he saved my little girl.”

Wayne hadn’t even known Hopper had another little girl, but he also knew better than to ask where the guy had found one.

It wasn’t his business, just as nothing else Jim was involved in, was his business.

Except, apparently, Steve Harrington.

“I’m gonna need my own truck if I’m takin' Harrington home.” Wayne said easily, instead of bothering to ask anything else.

If Jim said the kid was different than his daddy, then he was--because when it came to things like that, Jim didn't lie.

No point in it.

“I know. Just needed to talk to you first, without anyone overhearing.” Jim said, before swinging the police truck around and heading back to the Barn.

“I’ll stay in contact with you, and I’ll make sure Harrington pays you for the pleasure of your hospitality. Just--” Here Jim cut himself off, looking like he was struggling an awful lot with the next thing he wanted to say.

Once again, Wayne waited him out.

“Don’t let Steve fool you. He’s good at fooling people, letting them think he’s okay. Too good at it, and between the two of us, I have a real good idea of the reason why.”

A memory came to Wayne unbidden, of Richard Harrington and Chet Hagan, beating some poor kid in the highschool bathroom bloody. The grins on their faces as the poor guy wailed for them to stop.

How they almost hadn’t.

“Alright.” Wayne agreed.

Hopper swung back into the Barn's parking lot, and Wayne moved right to his own beat to shit truck, ready to follow Jim back to the police station.

He wasn’t a praying man, not anymore, but Catholisim wasn’t a thing that let you go easy.

He found himself sending up a quick prayer, fingers flicking in a kind of miniature version of the sign of the cross.

Considering his own kid’s history with Harrington, and the sheer small space of the trailer?

Wayne had a feeling it was needed.

#this has like t wo more parts #pre steddie #wayne as a BAMF #wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve #ya'll are gonna have to put up with my weird ass jumping all over the place warm ups sorry lol #Gary's fourth piece is coming no worries #and then this will either take its place or the other one I have will #you CANNOT look me in the eye and tell me all the blue color workers arent aware shits going down #like 100% local crews took one look at starcourt and went what the fuck #nevermind you know the local power plant lol #and with demo critters running around its not like they were tearing through brushes and shit #your local hunters are gonna know somethings up #anyway #beat to shit Steve Harrington #my beloved #hes gonna show up busted to shit with a major grade concussion and Eddie is gonna shit himself #steve harrington #steddie #I spelled collar color and im not changing it #outsider pov #wayne pov #I will write the first person who knows where I pulled John from a prompt of their choice #catholic wayne munson #jim hopper

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oracle-of-dream · 5 months

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The Boy Next Door pt2

Minors DNI

Summary: It’s been over a week since Jeno met his new neighbor. You’ve decided playing hard is the best way to get Jeno wanting to see you more and more. When you finally let Jeno see you again, you’re sure things will get interesting.

Warnings: Pet names, Dom!Jeno, big dick Jeno, Male reader, hand job, unprotected sex, breeding, mating press, drinking, drunk sex

Wordcount: 2.8k

You fixed your bag over your shoulder as you shut the door and used your keys to lock the door. You didn’t have class until almost 11 am, but there were no good places to park on campus unless you arrived early. Focused on locking the door, you felt a chill run down your spine as you felt like you were being watched from somewhere… Slowly, you looked over your shoulder to see nothing behind you. Just the door of your next-door neighbors closed. With the chill still sitting on your back, you go down the stairs of your apartment to your car. When you get in, you toss your bag into the back seats and check your phone for a few minutes before leaving.

Knock knock

You look over to see Jeno knocking on your window, he is breathing heavily and his black hair is stuck to his forehead. He pointed at the window, motioning you to roll it down.

You rolled the window down enough to hear him.

“Finally, we’re willing to talk to me,” Jeno sighed.

“Is this going to take long? I’ll miss out on my chance to get a spot near my class. I don’t want to walk super far.”

“Let me in, I’ll ride with you.”

You pretended to think about it, your eyes closed and forehead wrinkled.

“Jesus, Y/n! I’m begging, let me ride with you.” Jeno pushed his body against the car while whining.

“Fine, get in then.”

Jeno rushed to the other side of your car and sat himself in the passenger seat.

Once he was settled, you drove towards the campus. Focusing on the road, you didn’t look over as you said, “So, can I help you with something Jeno? Or did you just want an Uber?”

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but it feels like you’ve been avoiding me…”

“Am I? Or are you just not trying hard enough to catch me?”

“You’ve been leaving early in the morning, being gone all day, and even when you are home you ignore the door. And I know you’re home. I even tried calling you.”

“Oh gosh, Jeno. It’s like I’m a busy student, I am at school for hours, and when I’m home I want to finally sleep after a long day’s work…”

Jeno got silent for a few minutes before getting the courage to speak again. “I, want to talk about the last time we got to… interact.”

“What about it?”

“What was it supposed to be? Like a one-time thing, or something more?”

“What do you think it was?”

“I can tell you what I want it to be–”

You break-checked Jeno, cutting him out of his sentence. “Sorry, what was that?”

“You came onto me, Y/n.”

“And you came in me, Jeno.”

Jeno fell silent again, trying to think of a proper comeback. Before he got the chance, you ended up getting to campus and finding a parking spot rather quickly.

“Well, I gotta go now. It was nice chatting, I guess.”

Jeno followed you, just a few steps behind you.

You started to speedwalk, moving through large crowds of people and making sharp turns to lose him. But every time you thought you’d managed to shake him, he’d be there.

“Oh for the love of– Jeno, what is it!?”

“Y/n, let’s be boyfriends or something! I don’t know, I liked us together…” Jeno’s face and ears were a soft tint of pink. To think this was the muscular, motorcycle-riding, bad boy type that you’d sucked off before. Now reduced to a needy puppy who won’t stop following you.

“Why would we be boyfriends?”

“Because we got something going on here!”

“We’ve only met like twice, and the other of those times was more memorable than the other.” You chuckled as you could see his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

“You said you’d like for us to see each other again!”

“That doesn’t mean seeing each other, Jen.”

“J-Jen?” He stumbled at the sudden nickname.

“Too much? I thought boyfriends would have cute nicknames for each other.” You pretended to make a pouting expression.

“So, we’re boyfriends!? Just like that?” Jeno’s expression brightened with a big smile.

“Now that you mention it, I don’t want things to be too easy. So, let’s find out if this will work. I’ll see you tonight around 7, at your place. Then we can find out if we can be a thing.”

Jeno frowned. “But you seem fine with being my boyfriend already…”

You shot him a cold glare. “You calling me easy?”

Jeno shook his head. “No! 7 pm, my place! I’ll be waiting!” He took off before he could say anything else to turn your attitude.

Finally able to enjoy some peace and quiet, you go through your morning routine. Grab a soda, find a spot in the library doom scroll on social media until class time. After your classes for the day, you had about two hours before you were supposed to see Jeno. Plenty of time to go home and prepare for the night you predicted would come.

While getting dressed and making yourself presentable, there was a knock at your apartment door. You answered it, opening the door wide.

Renjun was standing in the doorway, dressed in a cardigan and a collared shirt with black jeans. “Hi y/n! Jeno tells us you’re coming over tonight for game night!”

“Game night?”

“Yeah! Jeno and the other guys in our friend group get together every once in a while to hang out and play some games. Didn’t he tell you?”

You raise an eyebrow and smirk, “No, but sounds fun! I can’t wait. Should I bring anything over?”

“Not at all! Just come over whenever, some of the others are here already. Mark and Haechan ran out to get snacks and drinks, I came over to ask if you wanted anything specific so I could pass it on to them.” Renjun pointed at his phone in his hand.

You shook your head. “No, I’m not too picky, I’ll let y’all choose. And I’ll be over in a second, I’m almost done getting myself together.”

Renjun smiled and waved as he went back over to his apartment. “Just come right in whenever the door will be unlocked.”

You spent a little more time in the bathroom, double-checking yourself in the mirror. Then you walked around the hall and let yourself into Jeno’s apartment.

It was clean, surprisingly, and orderly. There was a hallway with records on the wall leading into a room with voices coming from it.

“Oh? Someone’s here!” A high-pitched voice called.

“Is it Mark?” A deep voice added.

“No, there’s no way they’re back that fast.” You heard another voice.

You saw a buff man in a sleeveless shirt with dark brown hair and black pants come out of the room.

He looked you up and down with an eyebrow raised. “And who might you be? I think you’ve got lost, but we’ve got space here if you wanna stay.”

You shook your head, trying to not look too hard at his pecs peeking from his shirt. “I was invited. I’m y/n.”

He opened his eyes wide in surprise. “Oh! You’re y/n!” He stepped forward and pulled you in for a hug, which was warm and tight. “I’m Jaemin, I’ll introduce you to the others.”

“Where’s–”

“He’s still getting ready,” Jaemin turned and winked at you. He told me he was looking forward to meeting you at 7 tonight. He’s my best friend but he won’t even tell me anything about you, so I hope we get close tonight.” Jaemin’s voice was soothing and smooth like he wanted to help slide you off your feet and into his bed. He led you into the living room where three others were waiting. “That’s Chenle, Jisung, and I’m sure you know Renjun.”

You greeted the two new faces.

“I’m Chenle!” Chenle’s voice was loud and high-pitched, which was not expected from his face facial features. He has black and red hair, and wore slacks with a tucked white button-up.

“You a business major?” You pointed at his outfit.

“Yeah, family business. As in, my family funds the Business major program.”

You raised your eyebrows and turned your attention to the other man.

“I’m Jisung,” Jisung was the opposite of Chenle, he spoke softly but his voice was very deep. He had very kiddush features with a knit black and white hat with cat ears, a New York hoodie, and ripped jeans. “I dance.”

You nod, “that’s cool. Dancing is cool. I dance a little.”

Jisung’s eyes glowed for a moment. “Y-Yea… We should dance together sometime, or whatever.”

You could tell her didn’t mean, “or whatever,” he wanted to dance with you.

The two of them both seem interested in you but are also pretty close to each other. You knew it would be interesting to learn about what’s going on with them later.

Renjun leaned in, trying to speak softer. “So, what’s the deal with you and Jeno?”

You raised an eyebrow. “The deal?”

The others murmured in agreement.

“Jeno seems to be making a pretty big deal that you were coming tonight, telling us not to say anything too embarrassing.”

“Does this count as embarrassing?” You asked.

Jaemin shook his head. “It doesn’t count when he’s not here. He can’t be embarrassed by what he doesn’t know is happening.”

“I can hear everything, and it is embarrassing!” Jeno’s voice came from a room around the corner as he came into the living room. You turned to get a tasteful look at his outfit, it looked like he’d taken some serious time to clean up. Jeno neatly brushed his hair into a middle part. He was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket, a black crop top, and dark denim jeans with a black belt. He was wearing his pants low on purpose to show more of his toned stomach, small waist, and the waistband of his underwear.

He approached you, “I’m so glad you could make it.”

You dryly chuckled, “Well, I said I’d be here, right?”

He nodded happily. Instinctively he reached for your hand as he moved into the living room. You let him take your hand and walk you to one of the couches so you could sit next to him. He sat first and scooted as you sat down so you landed on his lap.

You turn to him, “Really?”

He had a silly smile plastered on his face, as he felt all his friends examining him and his guest.

Renjun cut in, “Well, Mark and Haechan will be here soon. Let’s chill and we can hang when they get here.”

Eventually, the last two guys show up, Mark and Haechan are attached at the hip. Probably a couple, and if not then it was only a matter of time. After getting settled, everyone started to enjoy the night of eating, gaming, and drinking together. Before you realize it, you end up getting into a drinking game with Jaemin and losing badly. Renjun had to call the competition as it was getting late and people were beginning to pass out. Jisung and Chenle cuddled together on the couch. Jaemin started cleaning up the mess. Mark moved Haechan to sleep in his room before helping clean up. Renjun was the only one who didn’t drink since he didn’t like the taste of alcohol, so he was taking care of everyone.

You could still understand everything going on, but you were drunk.

Jeno was only focused on you. “Do you need anything, water or something?”

You shook your head. “Nah, I think I’ll just head home.”

Jeno grabbed your hand gently. “You could also… stay in my room. We never really had that talk, remember?”

You smiled at Jeno. “You want me that badly, that you’d even take advantage of me being drunk?”

Jeno shook his head furiously. “I’d never do that!”

You chuckled as you threw yourself into his arms. “Okay, I’ll stay in your room then. But you’ll have to carry me.”

Jeno picked you up bridal style without a second thought. “I’m going to go put him to bed now.”

Renjun winked at Jeno, “Just make sure to not make too much noise.”

Jeno blushed. “It’s not like that!” He carried you off into his room before Renjun could tease him anymore. He carried you with one hand, as you wrapped your arms around his neck so he could open his bedroom door. Gently, Jeno laid you onto his bed on your back. You looked up at him as he hovered over you.

“Do you wanna kiss?” You asked softly.

Jeno locked eyes with you. “Like so badly. But you aren’t in a good state of mind, we shouldn’t do anything that could lead to that…”

You sighed. “Jeno, you wanna be my boyfriend?”

Jeno nodded.

“Then fine, we’re boyfriends.”

Jeno hugged you tightly, putting his body weight onto you. You felt every part of him as his crop top slid up his torso while he hugged you.

“Now that we’re boyfriends, we can kiss and whatever.”

Jeno pulled away, “are you sure that’s what you want?”

You pulled Jeno into the bed and rolled on top of him. His face was initially shocked but moved into awe while he stared at you slip your shirt off. You pick up his hands and place them on your hips, and he takes the signal to let his hands run across your body. You slowly swing your hips, pressing your ass against his clothed cock.

“It hurts…” Jeno moaned.

You stopped. “I’m hurting you?”

“No! No, please don’t stop!” Jeno squeezed your hips and moved you the way he wanted. "Mo-more please." He pleaded.

You let your hand slip under his waistband and into his boxers, making direct contact with his cock while you kiss him. You started moving your hand up and down his cock, his hips fucking into your hand. Your body starts to stick as you get faster.

Jeno throws his shirt aside before coming back to kiss you across your chest, stopping to focus on your nipples.

You slide down his body, his legs hanging off the bed as you start to unzip his pants and take his belt off.

“Let’s not get too carried away with a head this time?” Jeno laughed.

“You couldn’t handle head and this ass.”

“I totally could–”

You kiss him again as you slide his underwear and pants off, he does the same to you.

“Hold on, I’ll get rubber.” Jeno lifted you, but you didn’t let him put you down.

“You can skip if you want.”

Jeno looked you in your eyes. “Sex and it’s raw? You’re crazy… and now you’re all mine too.” He slips his finger into your ass which slips in with no resistance. “You came ready for me?”

“Of course I did.”

“So you always meant to be with me?”

“Well duh.”

Jeno laid you on the bed with your legs in his hands as he held your ankles. He climbed on top of you and slipped in his fat cock. He slammed his body into yours with power and sleep, he smirked as he watched your face change from pain to pleasure. Each mean stroke was deep and hard, making you some at a brutal pace. The sounds of skin-on-skin slapping were so loud, Jeno’s grunts mixed with your moans.

“Am I too big for you baby? You were so confident I wasn’t the one who could handle you. Jeno kisses you again while still fucking you, your body was overloaded with sensation. Your toes scrunched, your legs shook, and you even started drooling uncontrollably. “Cum for me, do it now!”

Your whole body reacts to his command as you cum so hard you shoot onto your face. You’re body tenses, mostly your ass, making Jeno fuck you through your orgasm feel even better.

Jeno flipped the two of you over so that he was on the bottom and lifted you up and down onto him, fucking you like a fleshlight. Your hands were holding his pecs for balance, nails scratching him.

“Please, baby, cum soon. I can’t take much more…” you begged.

That was all that Jeno needed to have one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever felt. He held you down as he pushed himself as deep as possible, shooting into you. Your brain was blank, your body was acting on instinct; hole clenching repeatedly to milk Jeno, your head was thrown back, and your eyes were sealed shut.

Jeno gently helped you lay down on the mattress. “You going to be okay?”

You mumbled back, “I don’t know if I can get up…”

“I can carry you to the bathroom.”

“Don’t bother… Just keep it in me, I’ll deal with it later.”

Jeno moved, pulling out slightly, and it made you almost scream like crazy.

“I told you–”

“I know, I’m sorry baby. I couldn’t help myself. I won’t leave.” Jeno moved back into you, leaving his warm cum and his cock inside of you as you fell asleep. “Goodnight, baby…”

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qlossytbh · 26 days

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𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐮!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 after a long day working on a specific murder case, all you want is to do was fall asleep, next to your boyfriend.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 fluff fluff and more fluff (i know the title is suggestive but there is no filf here) established relationship, brief mention of insecurity (spencer’s side), general talk of murder and cases

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2.4k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 started criminals minds and i fear this man is gonna push me down a rabbit hole. im half-way season two so this fic is kinda inspired on season 2 spence

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It had been a long day. To start off, you had been called in early at six in the morning, due to an emergency that required your presence. You spent all day talking to witnesses, finally being able to establish a profile of the serial killer you were all hunting down.

You were utterly exhausted. You hadn't been sleeping entirely well, being kept up by nightmares regarding the current case and since it had been an eventful day, not only were you physically tired but mentally as well. What you were all currently dealing with wasn't the most brightening topic, which caused your energy to be drained quickly. Your body begged for a nap and so did your brain.

Since the serial killer was attacking through the city of New York, you and the BAU team were being situated at some random hotel while you stayed the week in order to get some advances on the case. The end of your shift was intended to be around seven thirty, but Hotch asked you to stay behind and help JJ with a few files along with Morgan. Being the person and colleague you were, you agreed without protest.

Those extra two hours were even longer with the never ending teasing of Morgan. Which varied from anything to everything, you knew how Morgan was. Being one of the youngest members on the team, he called dibs on the big brother role, which included the full package deal. Teasing, over-protectiveness, all of it.

It was now ten PM as you walked into the hotel lobby with him and JJ, chatting endlessly about some irrelevant topic your head couldnt entirely latch onto. Your heels were pulsating and you desperately needed to stretch out your back since it was incredibly cramped due to being hunched over for so long. You grimaced as you put a hand on your lower-back.

"Don't tell me you're getting back problems. At your age?" Morgan started. You glared up at him.

"No, these hotel mattresses are utter crap and I slept in some weird position last night." You looked over at the secretary that was eyeing you, unamused. You winced, feeling embarrassment seep into your chest as Morgan and JJ snickered quietly beside you. You smiled awkwardly and waved politely.

"Looks like someone's past their bedtime" He said patting your head. You glared and swatted his hand away.

"I'm not gonna even fight you on that since all I want to do right now is sleep." JJ checked her watch and elbowed Morgans side.

"We should probably go get some rest too," She stated, pointing her head in the opposite direction of the lobby. The room distribution had been messed up upon arrival, leaving half of the team on the left side of the building and the others on the right. "You need Morgan to walk you to your room?"

"I think I can make it to the second floor," You shook your head, laughing to yourself. "But thanks tough guy. Besides, Reids probably still up waiting for me."

They nodded to themselves and with one final goodbye, headed off to their rooms in the other direction. You turned and made your way to the elevator. Once inside, you closed your eyes and sighed heavily. Your head was pounding and your legs desperately begged you to stop moving them.

The elevator came to a stop and you pushed yourself off the wall, waiting for it to open. Once it did, the eerie setting of the empty hallways settled in. Of course your job was bound to leave you with an unsettling feeling of being alone, but you weren't going to ever live down letting Morgan walk you to your room. You quickly made your way to the door of the hotel room you shared with Spencer, slipping the keycard out your back pocket and opening the door.

Once inside, you slid off the heavy coat that hung on your shoulders and hung it on the rack near the door. You heard the sheets shuffling in the room. "Y/N?"

"Hey Spence," You said, walked into the hallway and leaning against the wall that pointed towards the room. "It's me."

You took a look at the sight in front of you and smiled happily, knowing only you had the pleasure of seeing Spencer like this. His back was propped up against the headboard, hairs flying across his forehead showing the contrast between his usual somewhat tamed hair. He had his glasses on and some book he had decided to read in his hand, allowing the small bulb of the nightstand lamp to give him some light to be able to see. You smiled his way tiredly as he looked over at you, setting his book down.

"You're back late," He stated. You let your head drop as you laughed.

"Me, JJ and Morgan were at those files longer than expected, I'm exhausted." You said. He patted the spot next to him.

"Then come sleep," You pushed yourself off the wall.

"I will, let me change and I'll be right with you,"

You turned and grabbed your cotton shorts and long sleeved shirt you usually used to sleep in. Some would debate the actual benefits of sleeping in shorts in New York winter were zero to none. Spencer had done so the first night you arrived, giving you all the reasons it wasn't beneficial and how likely you were to catch a cold. You fought back by explaining how you hated sleeping in long pants, you always had, no matter how cold it was. Besides, his body temperature was enough to heat up the whole bed, which was another beneficial reason to wearing shorts to sleep. Why avoid the cold when you had your very own personal human heater?

You looked at yourself in the mirror, failing to avoid the bags that were beginning to appear beneath your eyes. You quickly slipped off your turtleneck, sweater and jeans and put on your sleeping clothes. Once done, you left the bathroom, turning off the lights and closing the door behind you. As you made your way to Spencer's side of the bed, you pulled your hair out of the low bun it sat in.

When you began climbing into bed, Spencer threw the duvet cover backward, allowing you to climb in and rest yourself soundly between his legs, laying your head against his chest.

The comfortable surface of his sturdy yet soft chest was way more comfortable than the mattress, you just hoped you weren’t squishing him. The silence that surrounded the two of you was enough to put you to sleep in that very moment.

Spencer tossed his book onto the nightstand, slipping his glasses off his face as he quickly turned his attention to you. You placed your palms flat against his chest and rested on your chin, allowing yourself to look up at him with a tired smile.

"Hi." You said. He reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and smiling down at you with his infamous dopey smile.

"Hi," He said back, smile growing wider. "Were those extra two hours hard to sit through?"

"Don't even," You groaned. "You were so lucky Hotch didn't grab you to help with those files. You also have no idea how jealous I am of the fact that you've been lying in bed since eight,"

He stared at you empathetically, letting his hand linger around your face, tracing patterns on your jaw while you looked up at him with big tired eyes. "Jealous of me? Being able to lay in these mattresses?"

You giggled. "Thats true, you're much more comfortable."

He let him thumb linger across your cheek, looking across your face lovingly. You closed your eyes and basked in the comfort of his gaze.

You and Spencer had been dating for over a year now. The two of you met when you became part of the BAU not long after he had started. Initially, you had gotten along so well in the begging due to how close the two of you were in age, but then it started shifting into something beyond that.

Every second spent with him would make you feel at peace. Working in the FBI had always felt so loud, but since you started working alongside Spencer, things became a little more quiet and less stressful. You loved spending time with him, and becoming best friends with him wasn't something that took long. You two were very similar after all. Before you knew it, you started seeing him outside of work, weekends, the majority of time was spent beside him.

It took a while for him to make a move, given since he wasn't the most socially outgoing person. It didn't take long for him to become your friend, but the second the two of you realized things were moving beyond a friendship, he'd become a rambling mess in the matter of seconds by just sharing a simple conversation with you. You found it extremely endearing realizing how much of an effect you had on him.

It took time but eventually, as your relationship began and you started spending time with each other in different ways, and getting to know each other on more of a romantic level. With time, he got more comfortable with himself and your growing relationship.

You gave him boost of confidence that no one else was able to cause. And slowly falling in love with him was probably one of the best things you've gone through.

Spencer leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips, savoring any and every second he could with you. You sighed happily into the kiss, sensing how all your muscles began resting at his touch, how your body began feeling featherlike.

You pulled away, pecking his lips two more times just for desperate measures. "I missed you."

He hummed, placing a small kiss on your forehead before allowing his hands to travel down the side of your ribcage and onto your back. You hummed lowly, letting your eyes flutter close as you let him trace small patterns on your back with his fingernails. Your body suddenly covered itself in goosebumps, feeling nothing but overwhelming pleasure seep into every muscle and joint in your body. It made your heart flutter and swell, feeling how light his fingers danced across your skin and how gentle he was with you.

It had taken a lot for Spencer to open up to physical touch. You knew there was a side of him that loved being connected to you through any sort of physical contact, wether it be holding his hands, a kiss on the cheek, linking your arms together, saying hi in the morning with a hug or a soft peck. But his insecurities in the beginning of the relationship prevented him from letting that side show.

With time and patience, and lots of reassurance on your side, physical contact with you began nearly as necessary as breathing to Spencer.

Spencer always enjoyed giving you back scratches. He loved how your body immediately fell into his when he dragged his fingers along your back. He sometimes grabbed your arm to himself and traced patterns across while you were watching movies or when you woke up. There won’t be a day he forgets to greet you at your desk before heading to his own, despite always trying to avoid being seen by Morgan, who’d tease him endlessly, which is ultimately why he decides to keep his relationship with you far away from your coworkers. And so do you.

As much as everyone knew you were happily together, it wouldn’t be the same having every interaction scrutinized in both of your workplaces.

Nevertheless, he’ll always bend over your slouched position on your desk chair and say hi. He’ll let his hand linger on your back and trace repetitive circles almost always while you talked to him. Even if it was just thirty seconds, your body responded incredibly well to his soft touches.

His back scratches was just what you needed. Spencer was extremely good at reading you, and he responded to your needs in a way no one else had ever managed to. He knew that you looked more than exhausted when you got to the hotel room.

Right now, with his hands trailing around your tired body and aching back, you could practically feel yourself purring. His hand travelled along your shirt, reaching up beneath it to scratch your back without the layer of fabric, knowing you loved it even more. When he felt your body deflate he chuckled softly to himself.

"This is nice," You mumbled quietly, sighing contently.

"Did you know that when someone cratches your back, your brain releases Serotonin?" He started. You looked up at him with a wide smile as his hand continued traveling along your back.

"No, I did not."

"It's a neurotransmitter that promotes positive feelings. Our skin is abundant with sensory receptors which are called mechanoreceptors. When stimulated, specifically by human touch, they send signals to the brain which triggers pleasurable sensations. It's kind of like a light therapeutic touch, some people even call it scratch therapy." His hands traveled mindlessly, along with his words as he gazed up at the ceiling.

"Its primary purpose is to enhance one's mood for the better since it mainly releases endorphins and serotonin, hormones that tend to fight off cortisol. It's also said to relieve muscle tension, since the repetitive motion stimulates the natural release of these mood-boosting hormones. Your muscles respond and alleviate all the discomfort and stiffness on their own."

"Most importantly, it mimics gestures of affection and care. This specific type of touch motivates a sense of connection which can foster trust and bonding. Most people turn to this form of therapy because of how soothing the sensation can be both mentally and physically." He looked down at you only to find you watching him with all the affection you could possibly find in yourself.

"So thats why you always scratch my back, huh?" You pointed a finger at him and he smiled down at you, shrugging.

"Maybe,"

Spencer rambling about anything and every topic you could bring up was about your favorite thing about him, because unlike many people who knew him, you actually listened and soaked up every single word he said. Hell, you learned more with him in the past year than the first five years of your adulthood.

Watching him talk, and sound so clever and smart while doing so was something you immediately loved about him.

"I love when you go all wikipedia on me," You kissed the corner of his jaw and positioned yourself sound against his chest. He let out a low laugh as one of his arms held you against his chest while the other continued its repetitive patters. "Don't you dare stop with this scratch therapy stuff, I was just starting to feel that one knot in my back disappear."

He kissed the crown of your head as you began slipping off into your deep sleep. "Wasnt going to."

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merrybloomwrites · 24 days

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I Feel the Earth Move

Summary: Y/N experiences her first earthquake and her long distance boyfriend, Spencer, needs to know she's alright.

Word Count: 665

AN: I put a post out the other day that showed there's interest in Spencer stories. And then I felt an earthquake for the first time and got inspired to write this. Just a little story to get into the swing of writing for Spencer.

CW: earthquake

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One of the first things you had talked to Spencer about when you started dating was your shared experiences with hurricanes. Bit of a random topic, but with him being from Florida and you being from New Jersey, it was something you had in common. He then told you about the couple of earthquakes he’d experienced since moving out to Los Angeles. A tiny part of you was slightly jealous, but mostly you were happy you live in a place where the ground stays still at all times.

You’ve been dating Spencer for ten months now, but unfortunately, you’ve been long distance the whole time. Being on opposite coasts with a three-hour time difference makes things more complicated, but you’re looking forward to the near future when you finally get to move out to California. You work as a teacher and just need to finish the current school year and then you’re on your way to Los Angeles. You even have a new job and apartment lined up. Spencer sends texts nearly every day counting down until you’ll finally live in the same city.

It's early April, and your school is on Spring Break. You spent the week catching up on things you had been putting off, like doctor’s appointments and deep cleaning your closets. But now it’s Friday, and your to-do list is done. You’re having a lazy morning at home, sitting and watching some new Smosh videos that you hadn’t gotten a chance to see yet.

Suddenly you hear the hallway door rattling. For a second you think it must be the wind, but then the floor starts to shake. Next thing you know everything is rattling. It only lasts a few seconds and leaves you just standing in the middle of your living room, wondering what the hell just happened.

You think that it might’ve been an earthquake, but that would be ridiculous. Because that doesn’t happen where you live.

But then your mom texts the family group chat asking if everyone felt that. Your brother, sister, and dad all text back saying they had. You do a quick google search and within minutes you find the confirmation that it was in fact an earthquake, so you share the link with your family.

The first person you want to tell is Spencer, but it’s not even 8 in the morning in California. You know he doesn’t need to be at work until later in the day and is likely still sleeping. You’ll wait a bit before texting him, so you don’t wake him up.

Twenty minutes later your phone starts ringing, and you’re surprised to see Spencer’s name pop up.

“Hey, what are you doing up so early?” You say as a greeting.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Of course I’m okay,” you reply.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the earthquake?”

“I was going to, I just wanted to wait a little while, so I wouldn’t wake you. How did you find out about it?”

“Like, eight different people from work texted me to ask if you lived where the earthquake happened. Y/N, you’re like, a mile from the epicenter. I needed to check that you’re alright.”

You’re overwhelmed with emotion at this, hearing how much he cares, and how worried he was about you.

“I’m okay Spencer, I promise. It wasn’t that bad. Honestly I was more confused than scared,” you reply.

“Well then we need to work on your survival instincts before you come to California,” he says, causing you both to laugh.

“Thank you for checking in on me,” you say.

“I’ll always make sure you’re safe,” he replies. Your heart melts again, and you can’t believe that he’s real. And that he’s really yours.

“I love you,” you say, unable to express your feelings at this moment in any other way.

“I love you too,” he replies, voice full of sincerity.

“Only 86 more days,” you state, giving him the countdown today.

“I can’t wait, baby.”

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AN: Thanks for reading! This is was just a little warm up to writing for Spencer. Please send me any requests you have for him! Also, please lmk if you'd like to be added to a taglist for all my Spencer stories!

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew

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shanksbaby · 1 year

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Shanks x Fem!Reader - Old Love

you are one of the members of the Straw Hat crew, you have recently become one in reality. You have been following in the footsteps of your captain Luffy for about a year and a half, you decided to be a part of it when you met him on an island that he was liberating from the world government.

being with the Straw Hats is one of the best things that ever happened to you. There hasn't been a day since you've been with them that you've felt sad or bored. If they saw you down there were already Usopp, Luffy and Chopper to make you laugh; and there was Sanji who was ready to cook you the most delicious dishes.

so you can't help but feel lucky. You are now on the island of Bourgeois, you will stop for a few days and then leave, due to the lack of supplies you were forced to stay on this island.

you and Nami took the opportunity to stop and do some shopping, you spent the day squandering the treasure you captured a week earlier. Have you bought designer clothes, bathing suits, hot lingerie (especially for you as you were trying to pass an old story behind you, and what better way than through sex with strangers?)

after a ( tiring ) day of shopping go back to your companions, and even before setting foot on the ship you hear Luffy's voice screaming from the latter

" Y\N! Nami! Get ready tonight we feast, an old friend is here"

Oh! how much you loved when you feasted, you loved eating in company, especially when there was a lot of food. You were already preparing to taste whatever delicacy Sanji had prepared, your happiness drops immediately.

the friend your captain was talking about was your ex, Shanks. Your gazes meet, both of you are surprised to see each other's faces, both you and Shanks have probably imagined never meeting again.

what should you do? go say hello? and pretend those years together and the break up didn't happen? you don't know what to do, and you stare at him, you actually stare at each other. It seems that he too is undecided, but luckily your companions save you, who greet him and start chatting with him.

during the evening you sit away from him, and mutter only a few words, never directed at him, and you get up early from the banquet inventing an excuse. You couldn't still be close to that man, not after what he did to you: he left you, and above all he left you on that island.

tsk, and now you're supposed to act like nothing happened? like it's a new face? No thank you. Seeing him converse so cheerfully as if you weren't in the presence of him, the person he swore he loved and then treated like an old object makes you feel sick. Not to mention he's seeing a person right now.

your stream of thoughts is interrupted by a familiar, all too familiar voice.

"Y\N " Shanks says with an almost uncertain voice, you've never seen him like this " I wanted to talk to you…"

"About what? How you left me like trash or how you came here acting like I wasn't there?"

he flinch at your words. "I wanted to apologize for how it went and for leaving you like that."

you don't reply to him, you simply turn to look at the calm waves of the ocean, you don't want to look at him or talk to him. What should you answer to these words? Okay, is all forgiven? Fuck, nope. You don't want to be mad at him forever (he was a friend first anyway) but right now you don't see why you forgive him.

" I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you" he speaks after a few minutes of silence " I know you don't bel-"

" Shut up " you interrupt him "I don't want to hear your bullshit" you give him a fiery glare again "I don't care what your intentions were, you still hurt me."

" And you are absolutely right. And I know that after stranding you on an island I don't deserve to say it, but it wasn't an easy choice. I didn't do it overnight, I wish you understood that"

a bitter laugh escapes you at those words " And do you think it was easy to have a stable relationship one day and then the next day to give up, not even giving the time to try to understand what happened?"

"It wasn't easy for both of us"

"yeah"

more minutes of silence pass and you think that if you had met Shanks a year ago you would have killed him, and you would not have had this reaction, now you are calmer, perhaps a sign of the fact that the wound is healing.

"Anyway, I find you really good you know? And the underwear you bought with Nami is really -" you immediately punch him in the stomach angry at the words he just said. Always been a pervert.

"You stayed the same, a pervert! "

"And you remained the usual violent one" but as soon as he sees your gaze he hastens to add an apology

" …You know, I'm still mad at you, don't pretend to be friends. Not that I don't want to be your friend anymore, but right now I can't"

"I know, I'll wait when you're ready"and he gives you one of those smiles that you fell in love with, and you realize that you're never really over it, you still love him.

after these words, he leaves, withdrawing from his companions. You can't help but look at him from afar with bitterness.

#shanks x gn reader #op shanks #shanks x you #red haired shanks #shanks #akagami no shanks #shanks x reader #shanks one piece #one piece fanart #shanks x oc #shanks icons #one piece x gn reader #one piece #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n

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lthrcwby63 · 2 months

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Coming out to the Noose

I thought I would tell you about when all this fetish started for me. I know, that many had this same fetish but were too scared to even talk about it. So, in a way this is my story on getting the idea of my entry into breath control and hangings and getting it into mainstream.

I came out late, I was around 28-29 when I decided that being gay was ok, so I dumped my girl-friend, sold off my 16 horses, moved out of the country and into the city. Being from the country I was usually wearing Levis or Wrangler’s and cowboy boots. We are talking the late 80’s and early 90’s. I started going to the dance palaces, and one guy in western gear suggested that we go over to the J&L Saloon. Local leather bar at the time.

Well, when I walked in and saw all those guys in leather and boots, I knew I had come home. I mean being from the country, chaps, boots and leather was just what it was. In a conversation I had to one guy, his name was Larry, a little bit of a tweeker (high on drugs) we went across the street to a bath house. He got us a room and wanted to fuck. I did let him know that I had never experienced that, being new I was just getting into the scene.

He told me not to worry, he would make sure my first would not only be memorable but he would make sure he took care of me the right way. We headed up to the room, stripped but he made sure I was still wearing my tall cowboy boots. He rolled me over, and started fingering my hole, one finger then 2 then 3 and 4. He greased himself and my hole really well, then slipped his cock into my hole. Even with getting fingered it hurt like hell, but he just talked to me, told me just let the pain pass and he was very still, his hard cock just resting up in my hole. After a few minutes he started pumping his cock in and out and my cock got really hard. Yea, I was suddenly hooked and needed his cock in me. He was easy and gentle; the experience was amazing for me. All the time talking to me and making sure I was ok. Then he asked me to tell him about my darkest fantasy. Well, ya know, his cock is buried in my ass, and I told him. I was into jacking off thinking about being hanged. He told me he wished we could be back in Nebraska where he was from because he knew of a great barn, we could play in… Then I felt his hand go around my throat and he started choking me. My cock exploded and then his cock, cum was everywhere.

We spent the night together in the bath house, he introduced me to the owners of the J&L saloon and they kind of took me under their wing. Made sure that I was also safe and with people they knew were kewl. Larry and I stayed friends for a while, though I didn’t get into the leather drug scene. Was just not my scene. I did talk to Larry about my fetish and he introduced me to a magazine called ‘Drummer’. They had ads in the back pages and Larry suggested that I put in an ad to see if there were others who loved the same things that I did. So, I did…

Not 2 weeks after that ad came out, I got 4 letters in the mail. Pretty much introductions and what they were also into, their fantasies, and other stuff they liked. There were some incredible stories and great writing and 1 or 2 guys and I actually started talking on the phone. One was from California and another was from Texas. Don, from California had been hanging himself since he was a teenager, the other guy from Texas was more into just writing fantasies and not into actual physical play. But damn, these guys were story tellers. From there we started writing back and forth and at one point I mentioned that I had all these great stories from other guys who had answered my Drummer ad and then wanted to read those stories as well.

That birthed a magazine called ‘The Hangman’s Nooseletter’. Now mind you this was before the advent of the internet, so it was decided that a Nooseletter would go out quarterly, and it did for 2 and a half years. Once the chat rooms on AOL and mIRC, Googlechat and YahooChat, and Gay.Com, Gear fetish the Nooseletter went to the wayside. I mean why pay for stories when you can download them from the internet for free, right? But at the end of it’s run, I had 10 countries and 155 members I was mailing the magazine too.

Over the years, I have met many of the members of the Nooseletter, I also have lost several friends to the siren’s call to the noose including my best friend from California. But it is what it is, sometimes the fetish becomes all consuming. Some people don’t have a friend to play with so they play alone. (Danger! Will Robinson! Danger!) The Hangman’s Nooseletter was partially designed for a meeting place for like minded guys. Almost like a support group for lack of a better word.

In the next few months, I will be posting the Nooseletter’s here so that you can see some of the incredible stories were written at the time. Lord only knows how many buckets of cum were squirted while all those men read those stories and looked at the artwork.

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thesaintcomes · 8 months

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[𝙍𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙤]

– TOKYO FM "Nogizaka46's SCHOOL OF LOCK" (10 August 2023) –

[𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩]

"Radio name: Kurumi-chan, from Akita Prefecture, 15 years old.

Good evening, Haruka-sensei and Seira-sensei! This is Kurumi who shares the same birthday as Seira-sensei! I was so happy when I found out that I share the same birthday with such a cute person that I bragged to my friends (LOL), so when that Seira-chan announced her graduation, to be honest, I couldn't stop crying. It's sad to think that I won't be able to see Seira-chan anymore, but on her birthday this year, I will do my best to send her off on the path she has chosen to take with a smile on her face! And even after Seira-chan graduates from Nogizaka, I will continue to celebrate the birthday on August 24th every year for both myself and Seira-chan! We only have a few days left until your graduation, but I would be happy if we could make your birthday filled with love by getting all the love from the members and fans!"

Kakki: That's it!

Seira: Oh my ... what should I say? Now that I receive a letter like this again ... thank you, Kurumi-chan. These days I've been getting a little bit nervous about how special these messages are. I'm glad! But if you continue to celebrate for me, I'd like to continue to celebrate for Kurumi-chan too.

Kakki: Woah, so happy! Kurumi-chan, are you listening? Kurumi-chan!

Seira: Let's celebrate it together!

Kakki: The birthday is around the corner, but on the birthday, August 24th, Seira will graduate from Nogizaka46. Only two weeks to go ...!

Seira: Eh!

Kakki: That surprised me too ....

Seira: What should I do? Two weeks from now we won't be in the same group!

Kakki & Seira: No way, no way!

Kakki: I see. We did say like, "There's actually still a moth left," didn't we?

Seira: We did, but we didn't really see each other anymore.

Kakki: 'Cause I was too busy with the tour.

Seira: But we kept in touch, right?

Kakki: Yeah, we did! But I couldn't help but come to Seira and invite her to Nogizaka LOCKS for the last time.

Seira: Thank you very much.

Kakki: So today, I'd like to spend some time talking about my memories with my fellow the assistant homeroom teacher of Class 4, Hayakawa Seira who is about to graduate from Nogizaka46.

Seira: Alright!

Kakki: Good evening, students! This is the assistant homeroom teacher, Nogizaka46's Kaki Haruka and ....

Seira: Hayakawa Seira! I wanted to imitate your (jingle) "Kaki Haruka~" (LOL).

Kakki: I know!

Seira: So cool!

Kakki: I know, right! I've always wanted to say that too (LOL).

Kakki & Seira: Kaki Haruka~

Seira: Ah, how should I say it? It's such a trivial thing, but I'm sad that I won't be able to see you say it anymore ....

Kakki: During the tour, Seira had a graduation ceremony at the Osaka show, and you stopped participating afterwards. Then we did the Okinawa, Aichi, and Hiroshima shows, and Mayutan was something!

Seira: Eh? What do you mean?

Kakki: She disturbed the members, in a good way, and it was something! Since you were not there, it was her against everyone ... she was lonely.

Seira: Oh my, you're so lonely, aren't you, Mayutan?

Kakki: It seems! That was really something!

Seira: I was a little worried about you, Mayutan. We were always together, and I wondered if you were alright, so I contacted you often, but if you could play around with everyone, then I'm relieved! Please play around with them a lot more.

Kakki: I was just gonna say that everyone seemed to be having a blast!

Seira: Really? That's great to hear!

Kakki: I was gonna say, "Don't worry (about her)!"

Seira: Yeah, I'm not worried!

Kakki: Today I thought of talking about our memories, but there's just too much (LOL).

Seira: Very true.

Kakki: What should we do ...?

Seira: 'Cause we have even started chatting in the very early days, when we weren't even sure we would be able to join Nogizaka.

Kakki: We did!

Seira: At the joint audition, when it was decided that we would be assigned to XX, about five girls were called in at a time and we were waiting in the same waiting room. Looking back on it now, I realize that all of us at that time were Nogizaka. We were all called together as Nogizaka46.

Kakki: Yeah we were called together.

Seira: At that time, I was next to Kakki, and Kakki suddenly said something like, "I have a hole in my lung." The place started getting tense! It was also the first time for me to hear such a thing, so I was like, "What does it mean to have a hole in your lung ...?" Then Kakki said, "I've had it several times ..., ah, I'm called!" Kakki went ahead of me. After that, I was half worried about my nervousness and half worried about Kakki's lungs (LOL)! I was called after that, and Kakki was there when I entered the room, so I told her, "I'm relieved ...."

Kakki: I'm sorry. I made you worry like that. But you were the one who talked with me the most. I got along with Seira before I joined Nogizaka46. (At that time) I had unilaterally liked you.

Seira: That makes me happy.

Kakki: You're a year older than me, so you're like a big sister. You spoke in Kansai dialect and was very friendly, so I could talk to you about anything.

Seira: We stayed in the same hotel, right? I greeted Kakki's mom on phone (LOL)! I said, "We have made it to the same group, I'm Hayakawa, nice to meet you." And she was like, "Ah! Nice to meet you too, Seira-chan!"

Kakki: That brings back memories! I have a timeline at hand now.

Seira: Amazing! It takes me back to the times I appeared on SCHOOL OF LOCK. Oh! Very nostalgic. The first time I appeared in the live broadcast class, with Kakki and Yuri-chan (10 September 2020). It was super nerve-wracking!

Kakki: It was!

Seira: And when the principal and vice principal got really excited with "Aitakatta Kamoshirenai" during the call handshake (10 June 2021)! It was so much fun now that I think about it again, I clearly remember it! How nostalgic. I also made a surprise (appearance) when Kakki first became an assistant homeroom teacher at SCHOOL OF LOCK (8 April 2021).

Kakki: You actually came! I literally cried...

Seira: So nostalgic. I remember it so much! And when the new beginning (after lockdown; no CD release) had just began. When was it? 2021?

Kakki: 28 January 2021. Two years has passed!?

Seira: What a newness.

Kakki: How nostalgic! How old are you now?

Seira: I'm about to be 23.

Kakki: 23 years old!

Seira: And this recording day is ....

Kakki: It's August 8th.

Seira: Kakki's birthday! Happy birthday!

Kakki: I'm turning 22.

Seira: Alright, here's your birthday present.

Kakki: Right now!? You gotta be lying.

Seira: (LOL) Congrats!

Kakki: Thank you. This makes me so happy.

Seira: I heard that you have been working really hard on the tour, I thought I'd like you to feel healed when you take a bath, so here's some bath stuff.

Kakki: So happy! So happy!

Seira: We're the same age for a bit.

Kakki: Oh, right!?

Seira: Since my birthday will come on the 24th of this month, we're the same age just for a bit.

Kakki: I'm glad! On your 23rd birthday, you will be graduating as well.

Seira: That's true. I was kind of lost about deciding my graduation date. My photobook will be released on the 29th, though.

Kakki: What's the title?

Seira: "Mata Itsuka" (lit. Until then; See you again).

Kakki: Everyone, it's "See you again"!

Seira: It's "See you again", so I thought of matching it (the graduation date and the photobook release date), but I ended up going with my birthday.

Kakki: It's a special day.

Seira: So I want everyone to congratulate me! I'm sorry for saying on the premise that you'd support me (LOL).

Kakki: I wonder how I would feel about celebrating it. Maybe like, "Seira-chan, happy birthday! Ah, but, ah ..., congratulations! But ...."

Seira: Since it's also a celebration, you gotta be cheerful.

Kakki: That's right.

Seira: (We should celebrate) because I have made the decision that I wanted to graduate. And you have Jingu coming up.

Kakki: Yeah.

Seira: It's the next day, starting from the 25th.

Kakki: Yes, yes! I'll root for you.

Seira: Thank you. I'll root for you too.

Kakki: Thank you.

Seira: I gotta cheer for you, on the Jingu.

Kakki: As you should! On the Jingu live! Well, lastly, I'm going to show you a message that was sent to Seira.

Seira: Yeay!

"Radio name: Kinoko Yama no In, from Mie Prefecture, 15 years old.

Good evening, Haruka-sensei and Seira-sensei! The first radio program that I listened to was Nogizaka LOCKS, which featured Seira-sensei and Haruka-sensei! I was still in middle school at that time, struggling with relationships and high school entrance exams, so it was dreadful to go to school every day. However, I was encouraged by the cheerful vibe and positive words of Seira-sensei and Haruka-sensei at that time, and the song "Out of the blue" which I heard for the first time, so I managed to go to school for the remaining days and until the graduation ceremony.

From that point, I began to love Nogizaka. Now that I'm a high schooler, I'm blessed with good people and I enjoy my school life. However, sometimes I hit the wall. During those times, I listen to "Out of the blue" again and see the smiles of the 4th generation to cheer myself up. Seira-sensei, Haruka-sensei, thank you very much for always bringing smiles to my face!"

Seira: You're very welcome. Thank you very much for sending us this wonderful message. 15 years old!? You sound mature. Thank you.

Kakki: Thank you very much!

Seira: I see. If you've gotten through your troubled times and are now going to school well, then we couldn't be any happier.

Kakki: True. That's a relief.

Seira: When I was in middle school, I too had troubles with relationships. I spent so many times alone, and I had to go to a high school in which there was no one from my middle school because I wanted to change the environment completely .... I was very troubled at that time, so when I heard that this child was cheered up by our fun conversations, I feel as if I'm saving my past self and I'm very happy.

Kakki: How wonderful. But that's why we're doing this job.

Seira: That's right.

Kakki: For real, for the past four years, or almost five years. In five years, I think there are so many fans that have been cheered up by Seira.

Seira: No, that's ....

Kakki: You could do that here as well!

Seira: Right, I'm glad. When I was doing my job, I felt frantic every day, even when I thought I was aware (of the job) and knew what I was doing, but now that I'm quitting, I realize how grateful I am to have been able to do it. I have a lot of love and affection for SCHOOL OF LOCK! Hold up, it's getting sad now ....

Kakki: It's sad, yeah ....

Seira: I feel like I'm directly receiving power from the students. We have been told, "You're cheering me up!" But I think it is a program that cheers us up too. I'm sure there will be many more visits from the Nogizaka46 members, and I hope you will continue to support this program a lot in the future. And please protect Kakki's cute smile. Please lend your support to this program! Thank you so much!

—

["Out of the blue" is playing the background]

Kakki: The song we're presenting you is "Out of the blue" by Nogizaka46. We have memories about this song.

Seira: Yeah! It was the first and last song I got to serve as the center, and we the 4th generation also got to participate in many music shows on TV. Now that I listen to this song, it deeply moves me. Please sing it a lot from now on.

Kakki: I will! I will sing it on and on.

Seira: You and Mayutan should be the double center!

Kakki: REALLY!? I'll tell Mayutan, "Let's do it together!"

Kakki: 'Kay! Only two weeks left until your graduation. And you'll have a photobook coming out in the meantime!

Seira: It would be bad if I get sick now. That's right.

Kakki: Right! Have lots of fun!

Seira: Thank you.

Kakki: Thank you for today. It was fun!

Seira: I was healed.

Kakki: Me too. It's already the time to end the class. I'll see you next week in this classroom! It's been the assistant homeroom teacher, Nogizaka46's Kaki Haruka and ....

Seira: Hayakawa Seira!

Kakki & Seira: Bye, bye!

#早川聖来 #hayakawa seira #賀喜遥香 #kaki haruka #乃木坂46 #nogizaka46

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Happy Birthday from Tenko!

Shigaraki just wants to get back to the hideout when he bumps into his old crush. His babysitter from when he was Tenko. You feel so familiar, so friendly to him, as you chat about your upcoming birthday, even though he can't remember you he wants you. You recognizes him right away but he appears to be dating a teen. Shigaraki is not going to let you walk out of his life.

Warning: Non/con stalking Shigaraki. Chubby darling, cake eating, tit licking, size kink, deflowering, older woman/younger man, bad words, specific mc body type, etc. too tired

“Pllllleeeeeaaaaaaasssseee, Tomura-Kun,” Toga begged.

“No! It’s early, no money, and nothing is open. Quit bothering me,” Shigaraki growled at Toga. He hated being alone with her. She’s like an annoying little sister.

“But I’m hangry. Oh, I can get us money,” She said, skipping off after a guy. Shigaraki didn’t notice until she ran up beside him, short of breath with a fistful of bloody yen. He stares at the little psycho.

“What? I didn’t like him enough to kill him. Now can we get something to eat?” Toga whined until he agreed. The only place open was a bakery. Even this early, there was still a customer taking their sweet time. He really hated this. Toga shoved the wade of bloody money in his pocket and ran to wash up.

While waiting for the customer to stop jabbering, he looked at her plump round ass. He was almost hypnotized by it. He was starting to have lewd thoughts about biting and smacking it. Her hair is long and silken. He isn’t the type to hold back, but even he was surprised when he thought there was something familiar about her and leaned in close.

“I got the order, miss. Does your boyfriend want anything?” The cashier asked.

“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?” She turned to see Shigaraki holding a lock of hair to his nose, pressing the silken dark chocolate strands to his cracked lips, inhaling deeply with hooded lids. She smells like sunshine and warm fresh linen. She yelps and jerks away. Freezing when she gets a good look at his face.

“T-t-t-tenko? Tenko Shimura? Is that you?” She asked suddenly near his face on tiptoe. Close enough to kiss those pretty lips. Her large doe eyes roam over him, warm and brown, before giving him the broadest brilliant smile he has ever seen. Her soft features made his heart race. She is an earthen goddess, very exotic, and she only has eyes for him at this moment.

His eyes can’t help but dart down to her small perky chest. He bet he could fit a whole one in his mouth. Her voluminous soft round curves. He wanted to touch her tanned skin. Something about her felt so familiar. Tenko is not a name he has heard in a long time. He vaguely remembers a young girl like you saying it.

“Have we met?” He wonders aloud.

“It's me! Your old babysitter. Oh my, you’ve really grown. Look how tall you’ve gotten. Your eyes and hair are a different color,” You nervously tittered as he loomed. Devouring you with his gaze. God, he wants to rail you so bad. You are so cute and soft looking, chubby and curvy in all the right ways. He wants to sink into you and get lost.

“It’s me, Tenko. What have you been up to?” He attempts awkward conversation. What he really wants to know is where you live. He feels like a predator that has locked onto prey and wants an easy hunt. Catch you relaxed and vulnerable. You chuckled and flipped your hair.

“I haven’t seen you since I was ten. Wow, Tenko. Well, I worked aboard for the past three years, but I’m back now. Oh, I’ve been back for about four months, just in time for my birthday in a week. That’s one of the things I was doing here, ordering my birthday cake while I picked up the office’s coffee order. By the way, what are you doing in the nex-,” You were saying. Talking to him casually like an old friend when Toga walked up.

“What are we ordering? Did you order?” Toga asked him. He saw it on your face, the puzzled, repulsed expression as your eyes darted from Toga back to him. You were about to invite him to your birthday, he just knows it, and Toga ruined it. He was itching to decay Toga. She ordered for them making it worse, “Two coffees. And a dozen honey almond cookies with green tea frosting.”

“Oh, is this your girlfriend?” You asked him. Your voice dripping with disgust.

“What this? Hell no,” he says, quickly shoving Toga away from him.

“Hey, what the hell TS? You need extra sugar in your coffee. See if it makes you sweeter, meanie,” Toga whined, sticking her tongue out at him.

“So, how do you two know each other?” You asked with a cocked brow.

“Coworker!”

“Big brothers club!” They answered at once. He is going to choke Toga. Your face fell more. He could feel it. A wall had just been bricked up between the two of you.

“Right. Well, it was nice seeing you again. I should get this order to work,” you said flatly.

“Wait, we should exchange num-fuck!” he rasped as you hurriedly walked out of his life. He gave Toga a death stare while he paid with the bloody crumpled Yen dropped on the counter in front of the cashier.

“I get nose bleeds,” Toga says flatly.

“Yeah, gushers,” Shigaraki gravels. The cashier looked disturbed but took the money and told them to have a nice day. Shigaraki turns to leave with his coffee, enraged he can’t see you on the street. The sun is coming up, and soon it will be too crowded for them. Toga follows cheerfully, sipping coffee. He is about to unleash his fury on her when she giggles at him.

“You are so obvious Tomura-Kun. So, that’s your type, huh? I bribed the cashier. Here’s the receipt. She paid with the company card and picks up coffee for the office at the same time daily,” Toga smirks. He snatches the receipt, shoving it in his pocket, he'll get the address off it later. He desperately wanted to look at it, but they needed to get going.

“Good job, you creepy little stalker. Give me a cookie,” he demands.

The following week you are plagued with bad luck. You just feel this menacing vibe that you are constantly being watched. It got to the point you are thinking about getting an exorcism. Things in your house seemed to move around. Has your food been missing? Where is all your underwear? It doesn’t matter, you won’t need them for tonight.

You have a special birthday date with Fujisawa-san. He is so handsome and has been asking you out for months. You finally decided to grace him with your presence. You’re going to a fancy sushi place, drink sake, fuck his brains out and eat cake.

You look at yourself in the mirror. Admiring how this dress highlights all the right parts. When you get older, you don’t need a huge party. You are the party. You are going to get rid of your virginity. It wasn’t like you were saving it for anything special. It just never seemed to happen. The guys you picked turned out to be jerks, or you felt too nervous about being naked in front of them. Fujisawa-san seemed nice, and it’s not like you’re getting younger. Might as well say fuck it and enjoy yourself. You put on your lipstick and make your way to the restaurant.

A dark figure with a bag unlocks the back door as you leave through the front. He has been watching you for a week for this moment. Shigaraki tosses his bag under your bed. That’s going to be a part of his birthday present for you. Nothing irks him more than the thought that you were going to ask him on a date but changed your mind because of Toga. Shigaraki has some time. He goes through his rituals. Shifting and sniffing through your dirty underwear and pocketing his favorite.

Rooting through your frig. Hoping there is something you have taken a bite of. Shigaraki saw the box for your small personal cake. He takes a quick peek. The scent of spring peaches and natural vanilla makes his mouth water. He is going to have so many peaches in his mouth today. He licks your clit stimulators. Disappointed you clean them every time.

He moves on to your makeup. Pulling out the shade you used. Popping off the top to lick it and kiss the stick that has touched your lips. He swears he tastes a little of you on it. He shudders and sighs in longing. This indirect kiss isn’t enough. Shigaraki’s cell pings. He checks it. He better start getting ready. Turns out your date ended early.

You sat across from Fujisawa-san and wondered what the hell happened to him. He was not acting the same. Fujisawa immediately sat down and started eating. It was like he hit his head because he was rude and insulting.

“Are you feeling ok?” you asked after a half hour of awkward conversation and only received head nods or grunts.

“Yeah, fine. Is something wrong with you?” Fujisawa snapped back. Oh boy, you must have been mistaken about Fujisawa. You drank all the sake. When you both reached for the last piece of sushi, he leaned forward and whispered, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? You gained weight, haven’t you?”

The smack you landed on his cheek rang out in the restaurant. You will not be humiliated on your birthday like this. You thought he was a good man, but he taught you a lesson. You feel like crying as you hail a cab. Across the street, Mr. Compress texts Shigaraki letting him know Toga did a perfect job.

“Seems like a lot of work to get the creeper laid,” Dabi saws watching your date crumble into ash.

“Normally, I would agree. However, Toga and Shigaraki have hobbies. Indulging them keeps them stable with us. I enjoyed performing that sleight of hand and lifting her keys,” Compress response. Dabi lights a cigarette with a corpse and shakes his head.

Shigaraki waited for you to come home in the bedroom closet shirtless. He didn’t have to wait long before he heard you stomp into your apartment. Tossing your purse across the room. Snatching up a pillow and screaming in it. Red face and full of fury.

A beautiful sight to him. But just about anything you do that makes you wiggle provocatively, he likes. You yank off the dress and toss that too. Damn, Toga must have really let loose. No panties as you go into the bathroom to wipe off your makeup.

You wear your oversized nightshirt, turn off the lights and crawl onto your bed. This is perfect. He is about to slip out when a buzzing sound fills the room. He stops and watches, letting his eyes adjust. He sees your hand working a vibrator over your clit.

Shigaraki’s red eyes are transfixed, watching your plump lips wrap around the toy, your clit engorged. Your sweet little noises mix with the buzz. He’s growing painfully hard as he watches your pussy get sloppy wet, glistening with juices that start to drip on the blankets. Your eyes are closed as your head lolls to the side, rocking with your body as you hump the toy.

Shigaraki is at his damn limit. He slips out and slowly pulls his bag out. You are so busy you don't notice him until you feel the bed sink under his weight. Your eyes shoot open, and you open your mouth to scream, only to have some fabric violently shoved past your lips with a large hand clamped over your mouth. You flail, trying to kick and hit. There is a metal click around one wrist and then a forceful capture of your other wrist. Handcuffing you to your headboard.

“Behave yourself,” a voice gravels above you, eerily calm. Three fingers digging harshly into your cheeks. You stop struggling when you recognize the voice. It takes you a moment to focus on the face. But it’s him, Tenko.

“Temo?” you mumble. His feral manic expression softens.

“Yeah, it’s me. Happy birthday, birthday girl. You left before I could get your number. That was rude. But I still found you so I'll forgive you. I will take my hand away, but you have to promise not to scream. If you scream, I will hurt you,” he says. Playing with your chest over your shirt, tweaking your nipple before gripping your front with all five fingers. You jerked and squeaked when it turned to dust. He brushes the remains of the shirt away with the back of his hand. He had practiced this move just for this moment. One of his many gifts to you.

“Do you believe me?” he asks coldly. You nod your head frantically. He pulls your panties out of your mouth and pockets them again, “I want to give you a birthday present. I’m going to help you finish what you were doing.”

You whimper as he shifts, leaning over the bed to pick up something. You start to struggle again to no avail. You don't want his present. But the handcuffs are sturdy. He pulls the cake up from under the bed and places it between your legs. You tremble, your heart pounding so hard it’s impossible to think. You can taste the saltiness of your tears as they trickle down and dance on your tongue. Shigaraki dips his fingers in the frosting with an evil smile. His eyes dance with wicked thoughts as he watches you squirm.

“T-t-tenko, please don’t. I’m sorry about the misunderstanding. I-I-I,” you start to say when you flinch at his touch. Spreading frosting on your nipples while ignoring what your saying. In a panic, you blurt out, “What will your girlfriend think?”

Smile faltering, he moved the cake aside and shook his head.

“I told you she wasn’t my girlfriend. We’re criminals. I couldn’t say she’s my killing buddy, now could I? See, you are giving me that pretty wide-eyed look of fear. If you had done that in the bakery, I would have bent you over the counter and ravaged this tasty body,” he growled, looming over you with his tongue lolling. You squealed and tried to squirm from his mouth, aggressively coming towards your chest.

He found this game amusing. Like you could escape, it was adorable and pathetic, just how he likes you.

“Nom!” he snorts when he captures your breast. Attempting to suck the whole thing in his mouth. You shriek in terror. He growls like a rabid dog, threatening to bite it off like an apple if you shriek again, grazing with his teeth to be sure you understood. You understand and shake in terror as he slurps and sucks at your breasts. Cock rubbing on your thigh. It's hot and heavy, scary even through the pants.

Kneading them like dough, cautious with his fingers while he played with your tits. He licks all the frosting off, moving to the other breast. Tweaking and pinching your nipples until they peek and pebble under his tongue. When he is done, he sits up and licks the rest of the frost from his fingers.

“Peaches and cream. Mmmm, soft and warm,” he beams. He watches you as he frees his beast of a cock. Letting it hit your belly. You yelp in fear, jerking and trying to back away. It’s hot, huge, and keeps growing the longer you look at it. You think of it as a monster that could easily terrorize a village of virgins. It’s too big for the first time. The thought of it going inside you makes you sob.

“Open for me,” he barks, gripping your thighs and pulling you back to him.

“No! No! Please, I’m still a virgin, and that’s too big. You will never fit, Ten,” you cry.

“Virgin? Never had a virgin before. Calm down. I’ve watched enough porn to know this will fit. You are already wet, but since it’s your birthday, I can push the petals open more,” he rasps. Roughly forcing your legs open. Cruelly shoving a saliva-coated finger in. Crying out at the painful invasion, you tremble and clench to push him out.

“Wow, one finger is a lot for you. So, tight,” he chuckles. His finger is longer and thicker than anything put in you before.

“Please…..no….Ten, it hurts,” you mewl. He slowly pumps his finger in and out.

“Careful with that name, birthday girl. Knowing it is what got you in trouble in the first place. No one calls me that anymore and that’s how we are going to keep it. Can’t have you running around using that name, getting yourself into trouble. Fuck, you are tight. Need to spread you more,” he says more to himself, adding another finger and scissoring.

All of his attention focused on your warm slick cunt glistening with juices. How your muscly walls are resistive to his touch. He reaches in deeper, to his knuckles, and rubs a soft spot. You shudder and mewl. This may not have been a waste of time. He just found your sweet spot.

“It hurts. You won’t fit. Please! We can do something else,” you weep. Your pussy twitches on his fingers. You glance at his cock again. It's rubbing and leaking all over you. Thick and sagging under its own weight. It looked angry as the red tip dribbled. He smirks when he notices where your eyes are at.

“It's ok, you can look as much as you want. Do something else. On your birthday! That would just be selfish of me. Just relax. It’s ok. There, there, breathe. Come on, you’re alright. I'll do most of the work. You just rest. You feel so damn hot and wet. I will be nice,” he soothed. Stroking your hair and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t,” you whine. Your cute blush and whimpers are pushing Shigaraki to his limit. Your pussy flutters as his fingers send shivers of pleasure through you.

“Oh, don’t tighten up. Are you close? So, damn pretty. Your little pussy is quivering. I think it’s about time,” Shigaraki announces. Pulling out his fingers and licking them clean, “Mmmm…peaches, and cream.”

“You are so lewd. Don't look. It's embarrassing,” you flustered when he spread you wide. You squirmed under his filthy gaze at your sex, straining to close your legs. He doesn't let you. He looked like a happy kid. He looked like Tenko again, which made you even more ashamed. He drags his cock over your pussy with a happy hum. Mixing your slick with his, the leaking head rubbing between your folds.

“N-n-n-no way is that going to fit!” You shout as he lines himself up to your little hole, notching and gripping your waist.

“It will be ok. Don’t worry. It will fit,” he snarls with a harsh thrust. You shrieked again as his head pushed past your hymen. It stings on your insides. A deep burning pain. His cock stretches you past your limits.

“It huuuuurrts,” you groan. He looks at you with a moment of surprise. He grinds hard, his length demanding more, and you whimper in pain.

“Huh, it’s not going in at all. It’s only the head, and already you are still too tight. Relax. Shhhh. Calm down and spread yourself wider. It will stop hurting after a while,” he comforts, with more petting and kisses. He lightly bucks his hips to ease in slower.

“No, I can’t,” you wail with your eyes squeezed tight.

“There, there, it already went in a little bit further than before.”

“Really? Then we’re all done?”

“You’re cute. One last big thrust should do it. I’ll make it quick. Better than drawing out your suffering. Here we go,” he says, gripping your hips harshly to hold you in place. Before you can scream no, he pushes hard into your tight cunt with one severe snap of his hips.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” you cry at the sudden burning fullness. It feels like he is rearranging your innards just for him.

“It went in all the way. See! You did so well,” he praises with a kiss. This one to your lips. He tastes like tang, cigarettes, vanilla, and sweet peaches. His tongue licking at yours. His rough, cracked lips lightly scrape against your soft ones. He pulls away and encourages you to look where you are connected.

“It did go in all the way,” you say, shocked. The whole thing went in! Your mind reels. You thought he would be worse, but he has been surprisingly gentle while he violates you against your will.

“Alright, now that I’ve let you adjust and open up that flower, it’s time for the main event.”

“What? That wasn’t the end?”

“You are a cutie. No, my dick went in, is all. I will be gentle with my first virgin. My special birthday girl…..at first,” he smirks.

“Huh?” It was hard to think, but you squealed when his cock began to slowly move back and forth in the center of your core. He nuzzles the side of your head, holding you close, planting kisses between praising you for being a good birthday girl.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you being cruel and kind?”

He stills, lifting out of his embrace enough to look at you, his crimson eyes studying your hurt expression. You can feel him growing harder in you.

“That’s an odd question. Because I want to and your special. After all my changes physically and mentally, you still recognized me all these years later, so you must have thought about me. You’re luscious, caring, and your body delicious. You’re not like me, and I want to corrupt you. Yeah, I like the thought. I'm going to be your first and shape you to me…..I can be rougher if that’s what you want?”

“No, please,” you beg. Shigaraki embraces you again, whispering in the cone of your ear.

“Then stop asking stupid questions and take every inch and drop of my gift to you,” he hissed. You whimper in fear that you opened your mouth too much. But Shigaraki continued with his delicate, even pace, working your cunt to him.

“Ah-oh-oh-ah,” you moaned. His hot panting mixes with the sounds of the wet slaps of your flesh. Your mind starts to feel like it’s going numb as you adjust to the pain. It no longer burns. It just stings as his length pumps in you, grinding against your cervix. A while later, it’s a sharp sting followed by a pleasant tingle as he rubs against a sweet spot in you. Slowly his hips buck harder, his pants picking up with his pace, the jerking of his hips becomes sporadic, and then a hot warmth spreads in your middle. His cock twitches in you, then it feels….nice.

He lifts with a grin looking at your quivering pussy. Your shaking body, lust-blown eyes, heaving chest. His cock still squirting hot jets of cum in you.

“Do virgins normally bleed this much? Why do you have such a pained expression?” he asks.

“I don’t know. It hurts. Are we done?”

“Not yet. Your pussy is really tight. Felt like my cock was being crushed for the first half. Hard to keep control like that. You should be fine after you cum. Flip on your knees,” he instructs. He grabs your ankle and helps you while staying inside. You shriek again. He pulls a glove on he had in his pants. Licks his two middle fingers, hunches over you, and wedges his hand between your thighs to press on your clit.

This time he is so deep and harsh that you cry out with each rough rut. He humps hard and fast. Not bothering to be gentle. Now he is whispering filthy possessive things in your ear.

“All mine. My tight virgin pussy. You are gripping and clenching down so hard. This is how you like it, huh? You turned into my little slut real quick. I can feel you are about to cum. What a good birthday, girl. Cum on my dick,” he growls.

Hot shudders of pleasure rack through you. Shigaraki works his cum in deeper with each hump. He is like the beast you initially suspected he was. Your clit pulses as he rubs tight circles. Oh god, you are going to cum. You can feel it is building and cresting quickly.

“No! I don’t want to! No! I'm cumming. I don't want to!”

“Too bad,” he growls. Bucking faster until you both scream. Shivering and shaking as tingles up ecstasy shoot through you. You came! You came hard on Tenko! You came at the same time! You feel so good and ashamed. His cock twitches relentlessly. More hot jets of cum spread in you. It’s the same wonderful sensation of hot coco warming you from the inside on a cold winter night. You gasp for breath. Shigaraki’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he grits his teeth. It feels like you are one person for an infinite moment until he pulls away.

Unlocking your cuffs and holding you to his steaming body. You are so foggy; you can hear him mumbling sweet nothings to you in the background of your mind.

Next thing you know, he is feeding you cake. Sharing the same spoon and holding you like a lover.

“Happy birthday. I already made a copy of your key. Don’t bother going to work tomorrow. Your present is all of me. But to collect, you must be with me. You're mine from now on. I won't have my girl trying to escape. Not after I made you blossom and opened up your pussy,” Shigaraki rasped.

You wearily nod your head. What choice do you have? He's going to keep you, and you both know it. Slumping against him, dripping cum form your sore used pussy. He kisses you.

“Good girl,” he grins deviously, “Mmmm…peaches, and cream.”

[writers notes: This is a gift, with a specific MC body type. Don't be a jerk and complain about how you don't have small tits, or long hair, etc. It's nice that they are willing to share so be kind, rewind and chill]

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #boku no hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #yandere shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #shigaraki x y/n #yandere #smut #tomura smut #yandere tomura #my hero academia shigaraki #boku no hero academia tomura #bnha tomura #shiggy #tomura fluff #tenko shimura #shigaraki

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skz-stay13 · 2 years

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Your Eyes - Bang Chan X Female Reader

AN: This is part 2 to Here Always if you haven't read it, you can find it here. I hope you all like this one I know Here Always was kind of short. It's been a while since I've written oneshots and other stories like this so please be patient with me. I'm currently in school and working on a bunch of longer works for you guys. Anyway enjoy this fluffy Channie fic!

Idol! Chan X Female Reader

Requested: Yes

Established Long Distance Relationship

Requested: Yes

Genre: Soft and Fluffy

Summary: Y/N graduates earlier than she thought and teams up with the other members to surprise Chan while they're on tour.

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Y/N sent Chan a text a few hours before his show wishing him good luck like she usually did when she was away at school. She giggled before sending a text to the group chat with the other members, "Hey guys, good luck tonight! I'll see you when it's time for the surprise" The other members thanked her, and Felix sent, "Remember to lay low during the show until it's time" Y/N smiled, "Don't worry, I'll lay low, Lixie. See you later" She put her phone down and dressed for the show. She grabbed her favorite hoodie, which happened to be one of Chan's SKZ hoodies that she had taken the last time they had seen each other in person. Then she put on her ripped jeans before doing her hair and makeup nicely. Y/N was beyond excited to see Chan. It had been almost three years since they had seen each other last, and she couldn't wait to see Chan.

While she sat in her boyfriend's hotel room waiting for her ride to the show courtesy of the boys and their manager, Chan was sitting getting his makeup done, reading her text with a sad smile. Knowing why their leader was down, the boys winked at each other before proceeding to cheer up the older male. Changbin wrapped his arm around Chan's shoulder while they sat around before the show, "Don't worry, Hyung, it's only two more weeks. Then Y/N will be home for good, and you won't have to miss her so much" Chan gave him a sad smile, "Yeah, I know, but we still have six more shows to do before we go home." Felix and Changbin made eye contact across the room, smiling at each other.

Y/N arrived at the show and found her seat for the show. There were just ten minutes until the show started. She sat in her seat, bouncing her leg excitedly she couldn't wait. She had waited three years to see Chan and was just ten minutes from seeing him face-to-face. Soon the show started, and Y/N enjoyed watching her boyfriend and friends perform happily. She sang along and danced with the other stays in the crowd. When it was time for the boys to give their closing statements before the last song, Y/N was quickly brought to the back and led to Chan's dressing room to wait for him.

Chan sighed tiredly as he made his way off stage. Although he had a lot of fun performing for STAY, he still missed Y/N very much. He went to his dressing room to change into comfy clothes, so he could go back to the hotel and sleep. Y/N sat in the dressing room smiling softly when the door opened, and Chan walked in tiredly. She let him change and watched him plop down on the couch. Y/N walked up behind him and rubbed his tense shoulders softly, "Are you ready to sleep, my love?" Chan jumped up when he heard her voice turning around with a shocked expression. "Y/N? How are you here right now?" He asked, pulling her into a tight hug. "Well, I graduated earlier than expected, and the boys thought it would be a great early birthday gift if they could get me here to finish the rest of the tour with you," Y/N said happily, hugging him. Chan continued to hold her tightly while the boys came in to watch the reunion. "Suprise!" they shouted chaotically. Y/N chuckled as she pulled away to greet the boys happily. Chan whined cutely as she pulled away, "Oh hush, Channie, you'll get plenty of cuddles when we get back to the hotel. Let me give the boys their hugs too." Y/N gave the boys their hugs before their manager rushed the nine of them to the cars so they could return to the hotel.

When they reached the hotel, Chan brought Y/N to the room they'd be sharing. Chan smiled happily as he pulled her close and kissed her passionately, "God, you don't know how much I missed you" "I missed you just as much, Channie," Y/N said, kissing him back. The two pulled away to take a shower and get ready for bed. Once the two settled into bed for the night, they cuddled closely, talking awhile before falling asleep in each other's arms.

#bang chan imagines #bang chan fluff #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan fanfic #stray kids #skz fanfic #Youtube

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brighterdaysarebeforeus · 9 months

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There are several parts of this AU that I’ve been really looking forward to posting, several of them that I have written out already despite being out of order. This is one of them! (^.^) hope you guys enjoy!!

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After the breakfast rush, which Hobie roped Michael into helping with, Gwen and Peni showed up to take over for them. Hobie pulled Michael to the side, giving him some of the food he’d saved for them, and keeping an eye on the girls as they dished out food.

Hobie had to hit the market afterwards, though, so once they’d finished eating he’d given Michael the option to stick with the girls or come with him. Michael decided to follow him around a bit, so Hobie brought him with him to the market. They meandered around it, Hobie pointing out various food stalls and people, but ultimately Hobie got what he needed; not only that, but since Michael had decided to come along with him, he actually had the help he usually didn’t have when he made his rounds through his community.

Mrs. Aguilar, first, then Mr. Jones, and after that Ms. Bee; all the elderly in the community that were too old to do their own shopping but had no family to take care of them. Hobie checked on all of them at least, Michael trailing behind him silent and wide eyed the entire time.

After that it was late enough, so Hobie took him to the boat by the dried up riverbed to meet the crew, which led them to here: finding shelter for the night that wouldn’t end with them caught on their back foot with the guards in the morning. The building they were considering right now was brick and mortar, though the brick was starting to crumble, and some of the windows were cracked. Hobie and Gwen locked eyes with each other for a moment before holding out their fists, hovering them above an open palm before smacking it down three times. There was the slightly echoing sound of skin slapping on skin in the darkness of the alley they were currently hiding in, all of them.

The impromptu round of rock, paper, scissors ended with Hobie pulling paper and Gwen flashing scissors at him. He tilted his head back when she stuck her tongue out at him, but rolled his shoulders and strolled as casually as he could across the street.

Building wasn’t too big, maybe three stories max, and he swept the outside of it to check there weren’t any working cameras before ducking inside of it.

Hobie looked around the abandoned building, doing a thorough sweep of the three floors quickly and quietly to make sure nobody else was there. It was completely empty, as he’d thought it would be, and so he made his way back outside to gather his people. They hadn’t moved from where he’d left them, chatting quietly in the alleyway.

“All clear.” He hissed at them. “Let’s go before we get caught.” They shuffled into the building quickly, Michael detaching himself from Gwen to stand by Hobie again as they all made their way to the second floor (it was safer that way, easier to get an early warning and a head start if the guards did happen to catch them squatting in an empty building for the night). He still looked a little lost, a little confused, but he’d had the same sort of look on his face practically all day; he had to have come from a richer kingdom, and Hobie wondered what that was like for all of five minutes before putting it out of his mind. Hobie threw his arm around him instead, trying to erase the look on his face. Ruffling his hair to make him laugh, Hobie gestured to the room at large with his free hand. “Welcome to home base for the night.”

“Just the night?” Michael asked him, and Hobie shrugged his shoulder in response.

“Maybe two or three, a week if we can stretch it.” He said flippantly; he grinned over at Michael. “Best not to stay too long, though, gives the guards the chance to catch up and catch us, yanno?” Michael looked a little sad at that, a little concerned, and Hobie shoved his shoulders to get him moving. “C’mon, go find a spot to sleep ‘fore all the good ones get picked.”

“I got first watch!” Gwen called out from her spot by the window; she was curled into it in a way that meant she could see the door and still see outside of the dirty glass pane beside her. Hobie called out in response to her statement, laughed as he passed a grumbling Margo who by default got the second watch, checked that the rest of the crew was settling in all right, and then lifted an eyebrow down at Michael, who had stuck to his side and hadn’t left it at all.

“Where are you sleeping?” He asked him.

“I like sleeping outside, mostly.” Hobie pointed upwards, and Michael followed him up the stairs to the rooftop. It was a cool night, crisp but not cold, and Hobie threw his arms out and stretched as the door closed softly behind them. The rooftop had a convenient alcove, like a little shed which Hobie made a beeline to and Michael followed behind.

He wrenched the door open, peering around inside of it. It looked like a small room, with a window to the side of it, and not much else in it. Muttering a quiet ‘fuck yea’, he stepped into it and circled around it. It was dusty, just a bit, but looked mostly clean and was empty of anything else. He settled into the corner by the door, where he could see out the window, and Michael sat next to him. Something caught his eye as they got comfortable, and he glanced up only to stop short at what he saw.

“Look at that.” Hobie said softly, staring out into the distance of the window. They were apparently close enough to see the Palace itself, sitting slightly higher than the wall surrounding it, the windows mostly dark except for a few lights here and there. “Closest I’ll ever be to royalty, right at this spot.” Michael laughed uncomfortably, shifting slightly in his spot next to Hobie, and he threw his arm around the kid’s shoulders without thinking. “Ever wonder what it’s like to be stuck in that thing all day?”

“I dunno.” Michael said softly. “Gotta be boring, right?”

“Hm.” Hobie scoffed. “I doubt it. All that money that goes to those pricks?” Michael stiffened up a bit, and Hobie jostled him to set him at ease. “No mics, no cams here, kid. No one to hear me talk treason about the Royals, y’know.”

“I know that, but…” Michael sighed, pulling his knees to his chest and staring out at the palace with a forlorn look on his face. He looked so small, Hobie thought, and found himself wanting to protect this kid with his life. It was a little startling, how quickly he worked his way into Hobie’s little band; they’d barely met the kid less than twelve hours ago, and Hobie in particular wasn’t one to get attached quite so quickly, but, somehow, he had.

Kinda scary, to be honest.

“I just think that…it’s probably lonely?” He continued. “Like, everyone’s watching you, all the time. You gotta act a certain way, be a certain way. No room to breathe or feel anything you shouldn’t. Decisions are made for you, not with you, and…”

“Hey.” Michael blinked rapidly and turned to Hobie, staring up at him with wide eyes. Sort of like he hadn’t meant to say all of that, but it had sort of come out anyway without his permission. Hobie found himself wondering, for the first time, if the kid had come from the castle. Like, the actual castle in front of them, not some imaginary one from far away. Big place like that, had to have lots of servants. It added up, if he was stuck inside the castle his whole life, he had no idea how bad it could be out here. Hobie was really gonna have to look out for him if he was planning on running with Hobie’s crew. He smiled gently at him, putting his hand on his hair again. “You made it out, mate. No need to be worrying about all a that anymore. You’re free.”

“Free…” Michael repeated it softly, and then smiled brightly. “You’re right. Thanks, Hobie.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Hobie nudged his head, settling back into the wall again. He pulled Michael into his side, letting the kid lean into him and get comfortable. “Go to sleep, got lots of plans for tomorrow.”

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #gwen stacy #margo kess #a whole new world au #part 8

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olsenmyolsen · 1 year

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Olsen II

Part 16 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~6.5K

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⚠️ SPOILERS FOR MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS ⚠️

Y/N POV

I grumble myself awake and shut off my 5am alarm.

I haven't woken up this early in years but today, Monday, is special. It's Liz's last week in London! So I wanted to send her a special text this morning.

Yes, it's now been three weeks since Liz and I made our relationship official! Yes, I know we immediately became girlfriends after saying we'd take things slow. Oh well.

The only people that know are Max, James, Sam, Robbie, Ash, and MK. I probably would've told my mom by now if our relationship had been in a better place.

Less than a week ago, I finally called her back after dodging her calls, and the call went exactly how I predicted.

It started with the usual catching up on life kind of bullshit, and that was great before it devolved into a series of "why aren't you going back to school?" "Do you honestly think you can be happy and successful without a degree?" "You're way too pretty and smart. I'd hate to see you waste the opportunities I gave you." Then, money this and money that.

So it's a safe bet I won't be making calls home soon. Don't get me wrong. I love my mom. I do! But it's just... I wish we had the relationship we used to have. Yes, she did a great job as a mom throughout my life but after what my dad did to the two of us... you know it's not the same as it was.

Anyways, the rest of the world has yet to know about Liz and I, of course, but that hasn't changed anything. The media has slowed down on the articles about MK and her secret lover. I keep getting photographed but less and less. Not that it was a lot, to begin with, but I'm thankful not to have random people take pictures of me.

I know this will change once Liz and I are out. But for now, I'm enjoying it.

Liz and I have been FaceTiming or attempting to FaceTime every night after 5pm my time. We tried 4pm for a while, but that left me virtually no time to get home after work. We still have some days where Liz can't call, but we still text!

Our calls tend to mostly be about my days, my friends, plans for what to do when Liz gets back, and more. I ask Liz about her day, but she doesn't spill much. Nothing cagey, just in a same old same old kind of way.

She gives me the vaguest details about the movie. A part of me wants to know what's going to happen in the film so bad, but Liz tells me it'll spoil the MCU, and she's right because, of course, she's right. Plus, she warns me that Kevin Feige has eyes and ears everywhere. You would think this guy is a mob boss or something.

We also talk about her sisters. Liz has started trying to talk to them on a weekly basis, although, accordingly to Liz, MK has been more MIA lately.

I know why.

A couple of days after MK left my place, I told Liz how MK got Naomi to sign the papers. To say Liz was displeased would be an understatement.

I don't know how I did it, but I got Liz not to hulk out at her sister and to let me handle the situation. But the truth behind that is... MK technically hasn't spoken to me since that day.

That's not to say I haven't tried. I texted MK the night she left.

I told her that I've grown fond of the person she is. She's caring, kind, and nothing but supportive. I apologized for getting mad at her. I told her that I support her and genuinely want what is best for her. I let her know that I will be here for her no matter what because I know she will be here for me.

Or at least, I hope.

I also texted her that I love her as well. I love the person she is.

That does not mean I love her as more than a friend.

She read all those texts but hasn't responded to me personally. She texts in the group chat with Ash and myself, but it's never directly to me.

Since returning to LA, Ash has seemed to notice that something is off. We've briefly talked a couple of times, but I can't bring myself to tell anyone the true reason. I feel like Ash knows but is letting it be.

In other news, James, Max's brother, finally left after another week of mooching off his sister. Just kidding but for real, he up and left for California. I know Max has some family out there, but I'm not sure if James went to them or not. But for the next two days after he landed, every single picture he posted included #JamesGoesWest.

I knew he was teasing because of Liz's and mines relationship. Speaking more on that! I went back and finished Wind River. I legit had to skip through that one scene. But overall, I loved the movie! Men are gross, and Liz played her role perfectly. The chemistry she had with Jeremy Renner was incredible. I'd like to see them do more together.

But if we're talking natural chemistry, all I can say is... I never wanted to be Aubrey Plaza more in my life than during the press tour of Ingrid Goes West. Yes, I've seen the YouTube videos, interviews, and photo shoots. I now know I was never Liz's "first." I mean, yes, I knew that already from the night Liz and I had at her place, but now I'm full-on convinced her and Aubrey were more than friends at some point.

Liz knows I watched those two movie and will be watching all of her MCU movies, but she's begged me not to watch a film she did called Oldboy. I looked up the synopsis, and it seems interesting, but Liz is adamant about me not seeing it.

Speaking of the MCU and their movies, this week is finally Avengers week! Out of everything I watched, Captain America and Iron Man 2 are my favorites. Captain America because I loved the story and Bucky so much. And Iron Man 2 for... Natasha. I'm sorry, but I never wanted to be a heavy-set white man more than when she took down Happy.

Lizard knows of my newfound obsession with Scarlett Johansson, and let's just say we starting banning a few words. The first time I mentioned how sexy I thought Natasha looked, I could instantly tell something had shifted. Liz didn't say anything at first. She just sat quietly on the other side of the phone, watching me like I was her prey. She had her jaw clenched so tight I thought teeth were going to break, and then out of the blue, Liz was tired and had to get to bed.

The call ended shortly after that leaving me confused until my dumb brain realized why. I called her back and made it up to her in a memorable way.

A few words that aren't banned are "Mommy." "Yes." & "Please." Liz and I have done a fantastic job trading those off.

Sam is good! Max and I have gone out with her and her friends a couple of times, nothing too crazy, thankfully. Max and I have also started exercising together again. Not daily, but we've been trying for three times a week. It's usually before work, but other times it's once Liz and I finish FaceTiming.

Work is still good. Alec is good. All in all, everything is going well. Liz wraps filming this Friday, so I can't wait to have her in my arms!

Speaking of which, I have to text her.

Liz POV

It's now been three weeks since Y/N and I made our relationship official! Yes, I know we immediately became girlfriends after saying we'd take things slow. Oh well.

I love Y/N so fucking much, but FaceTiming every night gets tiring. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing her cute freckled face, but there are times when I'm just so exhausted from shooting that I can't bring myself to answer a FaceTime call. But luckily for me, I have an understanding and supportive girlfriend.

Girlfriend. That's a word I don't think I will get tired of saying.

Speaking on that, I told my girlfriend that filming wraps on Friday. It doesn't. It wraps today. I plan on flying out first thing tomorrow morning to surprise her! Max already knows and plans on picking me up from the airport. I got her number from MK. I know, ooh, sneaky, but it's the things you do for love.

I'm incredibly excited to see how the world reacts to this movie. I acted my heart out, and I know when I walk on set today, I'm going to cry. I've always finished these movies not knowing what was next for Wanda, but when Sam yells "cut" for the final time, I know it will feel like the last time.

I've been talking to my sisters about the motions I've been going through, and Ash has been kind enough to try and speak to me about it. Meanwhile, MK can barely get a sentence together. I'm not mad at her for what she did with Naomi. I mean, yes, I was. But not anymore, so I don't know why she's being weird about us.

In addition to my sisters, I have also been texting someone else. Someone that knows about Y/N. But someone that Y/N doesn't know about herself.

Wanda's other half. Actor for the Vision. Mr. Paul Bettany.

I missed him. I missed being on set with him. I missed hearing him laugh at the stupid things I'd say. I missed hearing him talk about his wife non-stop. He's truly a lifelong friend that I'm so thankful to have met at such a crucial moment in my life.

That's a feeling that I have for Y/N. She came to me at just the right moment. I know that I won't let her go.

Over the course of filming, Paul and I would send check-in texts here and there, but our conversations didn't become something quite serious until the articles about me leaving the Doctor Strange set came out. That's when Paul said he knew something was wrong. Since I'm never one to "create drama" or "be a total bitch."

Paul texted me that Easter Sunday. A day before, I met Y/N. Paul was actually the first one to know the news about Robbie and I. He loves Robbie, so for him to hear everything broke him a little, but Paul helped me as much as he could. Or as much as I was willing to let him. He promised that everything we discussed would stay between us because we all know. Snitches end up in ditches!

Paul was also the one to tell me to get my shit together and to send coffee and treats to the NY Marvel team if I wanted to keep people happy.

I guess I have Paul to thank for Y/N. Oh God, I can't let that get to his head.

Speaking of Paul and Vision. My Coffee Girl has been continuing her journey of watching the MCU. I think tonight is Avengers night. I think she has some hope I'm going to show up in this one, but sadly I don't. I'm sure Y/N won't really mind since she has Scarlett and her Black Widow ass to look at all movie.

I know that's not nice and unfair to Scarlett, but I don't like Y/N having her eyes on someone else.

I made that very clear the other night.

Over the last couple of weeks, in addition to filming, FaceTiming, and keeping me and my girlfriend satisfied, I started emptying out the Richmond house. Like I did with my trailer, I started small but quickly moved on to bigger things.

I sent Robbie back a lot of the things he left behind. I donated some of my stuff but kept the tiniest of things that remind me of the good times I had while here. After today the house will no longer be ours. That is if I actually did remember to grab everything?

Uh, speaking of Robbie. He's doing so well, and I'm so proud of him. He's been doing AA meetings once a week. Every week I send him a text just letting him know that he's in my thoughts, and I wish him luck. He sends me a text back, basically saying the same thing.

Thankfully the media isn't dragging Robbie through the mud just because he's trying to better his life. I think back to how they treated my sisters, and it makes me sick. If I could have the opposite for Robbie, I'll do it.

Robbie doesn't ask about Y/N; instead, he asks me, "are you happy?" The answer has always been "yes." Robbie's response is always the same "then I'm happy."

I got lucky with an ex like him, huh?

It's almost 10am, and I finally have the finishing touches to my look for today's scene. 838 Wanda comforting Darkhold Scarlet Witch. How fitting that my last day is me letting myself know that it's going to be okay. That our boys will be okay.

Oh, I'm getting depressed just thinking about it.

"Lizzie, you ready?" A member of the makeup team looks me over and waits for my response. I nod and go to get up before my phone stops me. I take a quick glance. Is that really who I think it is?

"Just give me a minute." I turn to the crew they nod, heading out of my trailer.

Y/N POV

Annnnddd sent! I smile down at my phone. The text wasn't anything too crazy special. Let's not forget I just woke up.

The text was just myself reminding Liz that I'm lucky to have her. That I'm so thankful to have someone caring and loving chose me to be the person that they love. That someone with her wits and beauty makes me smile and feel the support that I feel. And I can't wait to be able to hold her and to kiss that gorgeous face. To be able to physically look into her eyes. The eyes that make me smile. The eyes that make me feel safe. The eyes that are the literal definition of: If looks could kill.

I could've gone on and on with my text, but I have to save something for when she's here at the end of the week. I close my phone out, knowing she'll probably read it when she gets back from filming, meaning I can go back to sleep before getting up for my shift later today.

I turn over and close my eyes. Letting tiredness take me over once ag-

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

I peek one of my eyes open as I grab my phone. It can't be Liz. She should be- Oh! It is Liz! She's calling me! I clear my throat and answer the phone.

"Hello?"

Liz POV

"Just who do you think you are, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N! Sending a cute ass text like that. You're supposed to be sleeping!"

Y/N: "You're supposed to be filming!"

She fires back in that voice that's just so sexy in the early morning.

"I was about to step out of my trailer when my girlfriend decided to send me the most simp-filled text ever."

I can practically hear her eyes rolling.

"Why aren't you asleep right now."

Y: "I set an alarm to text you. Since I know it's your last week of filming, I just wanted to try and make it extra special for you."

My heart.

I move around the trailer like a teenager on the phone with their first crush.

Y: "I mean, if you don't like it-"

"Stop! You know I love it!" There's a pause. "Are you going to do this for every film I do?" Y/N's laugh fills my ears.

Y: "Hell yeah. I'd give you the world if I could."

"You already did that."

I hear Y/N yawn before asking, "what do you mean?"

"Because you're my world!"

Y/N POV

This fucking cheese ball, I swear. I roll my eyes again.

"I think I hear Mr. Raimi calling you to set Olsen. I wouldn't want to get in trouble or anything."

Liz lets out a small laugh.

Liz: "Oh, weird, I don't hear him?"

Y: "Hmm, that's so weird. What's happening? Hearing loss at your age already, Liz?"

I know her jaw dropped.

L: "Okay, wow fuck you, Y/L/N."

"You wish, Liz!"

L: "You know wh- one sec."

I hear Liz pulls her phone away from her ear as a series of knocks are happening nearby her. They must need her on set.

I don't know who she's talking to, but she assures them she'll be right out.

L: "Hey babe, I gotta go."

"I figured. Have a great day today! Can I call you on my break? Oh, and I can't wait to see you at the end of this week!"

L: "Of course, and I can't either!" I can practically picture her biting her thumbnail as she says this: "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Lizard! Now go be a movie star!"

Liz giggles as she ends the call. Leaving me awake, alone, and horny?

No? Yes? I don't know.

I flip over onto my stomach and groan into my pillow. I really don't want to be up already. After a minute of feeling my body wake up, I decide to fuck it.

I throw my comforter off my body and go into my bathroom. I flick on the light and look at myself in the mirror. I think about when I did this not so long ago. I stared at myself before my date with Liz. It was the first time I looked at my own face with love instead of disgust. I do the same thing now. I smile at the person looking back at me.

I reach down and pull my toothbrush from its holder. Put a small glob of toothpaste, rinse and get to the brushing. Morning breath is one of my least favorite things. Or at least it quickly has been. Okay, I don't want breath to ever smell in the presence of Liz, okay? I'd die.

After my morning routine, I slip off my underwear and oversized t-shirt in favor of a classic workout outfit. Nothing crazy this morning, just a morning jog. It's now approaching 5:30, so it should still be quiet outside.

I reach my front door and drop down to tie on my old sneakers. They're a pair that I've had for years. I don't even remember how I got them or who gave them to me, but they probably know more about me than I do about myself.

Okay, now I sound crazy—time to run. I put my AirPods in, queue up whatever playlist Spotify curated for me and leave my place.

Liz POV

I did it! "That's a wrap on Elizabeth Olsen!" Sam Raimi yells into a bullhorn earning applause from the cast and crew that surround us.

I clap along, stopping whenever I feel a tear start to escape my eyes. Cumberbatch wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me into a side hug before whispering into the top of my head, earning a smile and a laugh from me.

Sam walks up to me, and I instantly find myself wrapped up into a hug. I almost feel my eyes betray me, but I stop the dam from breaking. Sam leans into me and asks, "do you want to say a few words?"

This is something I haven't really ever done. Usually, I'm in such a considerable ensemble of a movie that who cares what the 9th billed person has to say, but this is my movie. So why not?

I nod at Sam and grab the bullhorn.

"First off, I'd just like to say thank you to everyone here. All of you truly have made this experience so beautiful and lovely." I bite my lower lip before continuing.

"When we were about to go back to finishing WandaVision, I was pitched the actual story of the Doctor Strange sequel, and I was shocked!" I throw my arms out in a charismatic manner. "No one told me that their plan for me was to be the villain!" This earns a few laughs from the crew and myself. "You know? But it's like yeah! Why does Wanda have to settle for being good when all that she wants is something that seems so small and simple, which is for her to be with her kids."

I look over at Sam, smiling. He's a real Wanda stan this man. He and I had so much fun bouncing ideas off one another and relishing in the character of Wanda.

"But you know I love Wanda Maximoff, and I feel honored to have played her for the last 7 to 8 years and to collaborate with such kind and caring people. I truly do." I feel a tear slip out and run down my cheek. "And if this is the end for her, then I'm glad that... that I gave it my all." I want to say more, but I can feel my throat choking back tears. Plus, when I look up, it's all of these people watching me. "So thank you. Thank you all!" I frown to hold back my emotions as Sam wraps me into another hug. He gently takes the bullhorn from me and announces, "give it up for our witch, everybody!" Earning another wave of claps.

Y/N POV

It's now just past 9am for me as I enter our coffee shop. Busy. It's finally starting to heat up around here, which means it's time for all the cool kids and soccer moms to start ordering frozen drinks. My least favorite. It's not hard to make. It's just annoying.

I smile once I see the two people I'm going to work with. Sam and Alec. Sam greets me as I put my stuff into the back. "I promise you it was not this busy until like 20 minutes ago." I shrug. "Happens." Sam noticed. "You good?" We make our way back to the front employee area so I can clock in. "Yeah, just tired. I woke up super early and decided to get a run in." "Ew." "Trust me, I know." I scoot past Alec and clock in. I say hi to him, but he awkwardly avoids me. Okay weird.

"Excuse me?" A customer knocks me from my own brain. Male. He has to be in his late thirties with tattoos down his arms. "Hello, sir. What can we get started for you?" The man looks at the boards stationed above and behind me. "What kind of frozen drinks do you have?" Yep, it's going to be a long day. I must've made a face because I can hear Sam laugh in my direction.

Liz POV

I sigh after getting my suitcase settled into my hotel room for the night. After leaving the sound stages today, I made my way to Richmond to do one last look-over of the house. Go figure; nothing was left for me to take or do. So mark another one for overthinking and having anxiety. But eh, oh well.

It's now just after 6pm for me. If she hasn't had her break, my Coffee Girl will have one soon - speak of the Devil! As if it's her superpower, she is now FaceTiming me.

I throw my back onto the bed and answer my phone.

She's walking to the back room of the shop. She sits in the same place every time we talk on her break. I think it's adorable. I think she's really cute. And by cute, I mean hot.

Okay, dial it back, Lizzie.

She has the camera below her right now, so I'm looking up to her neck. It looks like she has a coffee ground stained onto her neck. How she did that, I have no idea. I smile as I look at it. Imagine how long it's been there. My eyes move down her throat, and I stop at every tiny freckle and mole I see.

"Whatcha doing, love?" Oh shit, just because I can't see her doesn't mean she can't see me.

"Looking at my love!" "Oh yeah?" She moves the camera up, so I can see her beautiful face as she sits down. My girlfriend smiles back at me before her face becomes horrified. "Oh my God!" The alarms in my brain start going off. "What? What's wrong!" She begins wiping at her neck. "Why did you not tell me that was there!" Oh my gosh. Really Y/N? "I just saw that! Besides, I thought it was cute." I flare my eyebrows up, causing her to do it back.

"So, how was today?" She starts. The gears start moving. I really want to tell Y/N all about the end of the shoot, but that'll ruin my surprise. Okay, quick, Liz think.

"It was good! Really good! But I'm not giving you anything, and you know this!" She rolls her eyes. "I know. I just can't wait."

"Isn't Avengers tonight?" I ask, slightly changing the topic. "Tomorrow night. Max is busy tonight. I think it's with Flirty, but I'm not sure. She's been being a little cagey lately." Y/N shrugs and looks up to something. Maybe one of her co-workers. "What will you do tonight?" I ask with a slight frown. "Probably watch one of your movies." She states matter of factly and looks down, grinning before taking a sip of her tea. Wait tea? She never drinks tea.

"Tea?!" She looks at me wide-eyed and embarrassed. "Yeah..." "Since when are you a tea drinker?" "Since I watched a YouTube video about how Elizabeth Olsen loves tea and how she has a whole cabinet dedicated to tea packets." I blush. I love and hate that she watches videos of me because it's the cutest thing ever, but I'm afraid she'll find a video of me doing something dumb and judge me. I know she wouldn't, but a girl can stress, can't she?

"Liz." She pulls me out of my small spiral. "Hmm?" "You know I'm only doing it because I love you. And I want to love the things you love." I smile. "I know." I scrunch my nose up at her. Now she blushes and shakes her head. "What you thinking about?" "Just how lucky I am." She makes sure her eyes are on me. "I meant my text this morning. Every word." "I know, baby."

Now I'm the one watching her, getting lost in thought. We sit admiring each other. Eyes filled with admiration. "My turn, Lizard. Whatcha thinking about?" I use to hate the nickname Lizard, but when she says it, it makes me feel safe. "Tomorrow." "Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?" My body tenses up. Oh shit. I didn't mean to say that! What's tomorrow? Uhhh...

Before I can even come up with a horrible lie, Y/N unknowingly saves me. "Let me guess, secret marvel stuff?" I nod. "You got it, Y/L/N." "Ugh, boorrinnggg." She dramatically sings out. "You'll just have it wait and see." "Yeah yeah." She smiles at me before looking up at her phone. I know she's checking the time. Before she frowns, I do. I know what this means.

"Liz, come on." What?" "I see you pouting." Well, duh, I want you off the clock, Y/N. "Can't you just quit?" Y/N raises an eyebrow to me. "After the phone call, I just had with my mom?"

I'm not asking her to quit, but yes leaving her job would almost certainly make her mom explode. Yeah, Y/N told me everything that happened. That was a rough night for her.

"You're right." "Always am." I scoff. "Not true. You know it goes me, Max, and then you." She puts a hand over her heart and gasps. "Betrayed."

"Y/N, you almost don- oh, sorry." Y/N looks up to the person talking to her. Sounds like Sam? I've only ever overheard Sam, never met her. Y/N said she knows about us and has kept her lifelong mission to protect our secret. She must've noticed Y/N was on the phone still. "Just one second."

Y/N looks back down at me. "I know. I know." I exhale out, not wanting her to go. "Don't worry, love. I'll text you when I get home, okay?" "Okay" "Just a couple more days, and then I finally have you in my arms again," I smirk. "You have no idea."

"Later, Liz!"

"See you soon, Y/N!"

She blows me a kiss before hanging up. I hold my hand with the caught kiss still in it.

"I love you, Coffee Girl."

Y/N POV

"Was that who I think it was?" Sam asks me as I come back to the bare-bones shop. I look at her. "Always is." "Wow." I can see her getting lost in thought, and she looks at me before she's completely gone. "Sorry." "With you? I'm used to it."

We both start to clean behind the bar while Alec takes care of the dining area. "When do you think you'll go public?" Sam asks, just quiet enough for only us to hear it. "Not for a while," I answer in the same manner. "Why are tabloids looking for a scoop?" I raise my eyebrow at her just to watch the panic in her eyes.

"Oh my god Y/N! No, I was just genuinely asking! I'm sorry for making you thin-" "Sam. Sam! I'm just kidding. I'm sorry." I start laughing. I know I shouldn't, but she makes it fun and easy. Sam catches her breath. "I should leak it after that." She grumbles. I walk over to her and pull her into a side hug. "I'm sorry, blueberry." "I still hate that name." "No, you don't," I say, letting go of her. I don't think she meant for me to hear it, but she mumbles, "No, I don't."

I text Liz letting her know that I should be home within the hour. I'm literally right outside my building, but I'm giving myself enough time to take a shower and get dressed comfy cozy before I round up whatever I can for dinner. Liz promised me to take me grocery shopping and to cook for me, so I'm honestly holding out for that.

I enter my apartment and smile at the state of it. Over the course of the weeks, I've gotten in a couple of movie posters and art from Etsy of things that I forgot I loved. Plus, I got some journals to start writing in again. It's looking more like home. All that's missing is some finishing touches.

I skip through my place and peel off todays clothes, tossing them into my dirty hamper. I grab a set of sweats to wear after my shower and charge into the bathroom. As I let the hot water get the bathroom just right, I play on my phone, watching TikTok. After two minutes, I close the app out and load some music to blast while I get myself clean.

As soon as I wrap my large green towel around me, I check my phone after I heard it go off in the shower. I smile at the sight of Liz but frown as I read her text.

"Yay! Glad, you made it home, love. So I'm not going to beat around the bush, Y/N. I just got informed that I have to go extra early tomorrow. Since it's the last week, I want to do it and get this done, so is it okay if we don't call tonight? I'm probably going to be going to bed soon, but I won't sleep until I get a text from you. I'm sorry, my love. 💛"

It's just a couple of more days, Y/N. You got this. Be a supportive girlfriend.

I text Liz back, saying that it's okay and that I love her so much and for her to please call me in the morning so I can hear her angelic voice.

I huff at how skim my fridge is looking. I decide to snack on a bowl of grapes before finding myself in front of my tv. I open my notes app and look at a list I made recently. Called: 🎥 My little star 💫

It's a list of all of Liz's movies, excluding the MCU. Not knowing what to watch, I text Max knowing she'll know what's good to watch.

Mad ❤️‍🔥 Max Today 4:31 PM

Godzilla or Silent House?

I close out our texts and open an app called JustWatch. It's an app where you can search for any movie you want and see what platform it's on. It's great for someone like me who is catching up on a lot of movies. It looks like Godzilla is on Netflix, while the other movie I'd have to rent. This makes my choice a little easier.

I text Max back, letting her know I decided, and she sends me a thumbs up. Yeah, she's busy. She only uses emojis when her hands are occupied.

I open Netflix on my tv, and after a quick search, I see him, that giant Lizard. Hey Lizard! My lizard's in a lizard movie! I chuckle to myself and go to play the movie before my phone buzzes.

I look down expecting Liz again, but to my shock, it's Mary-Kate. The breath that I took sent a green grape flying to the back of my throat, causing me to stand up, gasping for air as I managed to swallow the whole ass grape. "Jesus fucking Christ!" I yell out, gripping my neck.

After collecting myself, I bring myself back to my phone to open and look at the text that nearly killed me.

"Hey. Can we talk?"

Vague. Of course.

I let the message sit there as I think about the last couple of weeks.

I text her.

"Yes. Of course. My place?"

She agrees and tells me she'll be around in the next half hour. Someone's eager! Okay, sorry, not the time.

I should text Liz, but she has an early start tomorrow, and I don't want to stress her out. Plus. I want to hear what MK has to say before I do anything. I put my phone down and continue the movie. I need a distraction.

Okay, what the fuck? Where's my girl? I saw her once so far, and that's it?

A knock comes to my door just in time. I let out a frustrated sigh and pause the movie. I hop up, suspecting who it is, and open the door. Yep, it's MK.

"Hey," I told myself, I'd treat her like a friend and like nothing happened. I usher for her to come in, and she follows me. I close the door behind us. I catch her eyes and take a look at my tv.

I see a smile creep onto her face. "What's that look for?" I ask in a teasing tone. "Just... you're a simp now." She points to the tv, causing us to both laugh, breaking the tension around us. "Yeah, I am." I agree.

"Do you need a drink or anything? Water? Tea?" "Tea? You don't drink tea." "It's new." I simply state as I walk into the kitchen to fill up a cup of water. "Maybe next time." Oh, so there is going to be a next time!? So friends, maybe?

I come back and place the water in front of her. She reaches over and takes a sip as I sit on the other end of the couch. I can see how nervous she is just in her hands. She keeps fidgeting and wiping them off. I don't know if I should do this, but...

I scoot myself closer to her and take her hands into my own. "It's okay." MK shakes her head at me. "No, it's not. I almost ruined everything." "MK, no, you didn't." "Y/N, I went behind your back and-" "And you did something great for Liz and me. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I just hate the thought of anyone I know ever contacting her. I just didn't want anything to happen to you." MK goes quiet as I continue running my thumbs over her knuckles.

"Thank you," I whisper out to her. "I missed you," I add on. I watch MK's eyes look up before she darts them away, looking around the room. She's trying. "You added some things." I look around with her. "Yeah. It was missing some things."

I feel her eyes back on me, so I turn my head to face her. "I missed you too." I smile to her, and she returns one back. "Can I hug you?" She asks me. "Come here." I open my arms up to her, and she rushes in. She squeezes me tight, and I know it's all her worries, and apologizes leaving her body. "Thank you." She says into my neck.

"You're always welcome."

We pull apart from one another and just sit hand in hand. "Do you have plans tonight?" I ask, not knowing what to do now. "I thought this conversation was going to go on a lot longer, so no, I don't." She laughs. "Take out?" I suggest.

MK bites her lip and nods. "I'd like that." I go to get up, but she stops me. "Friends?" She asks. I give her a look because I thought the answer was obvious. "Friends." I give her a quick hug. "How about you pick the food tonight since we're at my place," I suggest. "Whatever I want?" "As long as it's not poisoned." "Damn it," She giggles as I get up and make myself tea.

As I finish up my tea, a series of knocks interrupts the calm silence MK, and I had going.

"Am I crazy, or is that the food?" "Not me." MK looks at me with a worried look. That's a little concerning.

I walk up to the door. "Hello?"

I get a muffled "hello, Y/N!" back.

Fuck I know that voice.

MK must have noticed my dejected face and body language. "Who's that?" "You'll see." I watch her give me a confused look before holding my hand up, telling her it'll be okay. I hope.

I open the door, and in the most monotone voice I can manage, I speak up. "Hello, mother."

Part 17

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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 7:

Weeks have been passing by quite quickly. It’s early February already which was so shocking because we just celebrated the New Year. I’ve had the whole month off fortunately and I have no complaints. I’ve been getting ready for shooting Bombshell which we start in March. Just to get into the whole story I’ve done some research.

I’ve also been going out a lot, not gonna lie. Whether it was a business dinner or a club night, I had plans for almost every day. I used my free time while I could and not gonna lie I had fun.

Léa and Chris are finally official and I can’t be happier for them. It’s still between us, Scott and some of our close friends, our parents don’t know this yet so it’s gonna be a big surprise.

Scarlett and I have been texting and calling back and forth a lot lately, getting to know each other better. She’s a very funny person, I expected her to be a very serious person even though Chris had told me about how much fun they always have whenever shooting a movie.

I didn’t expect us to become great friends when we first bumped into each other, but it was a pleasant decoy.

“So, any plans for Valentine’s Day?” Asked Scarlett through the phone. “No, not really. Honestly, I haven't celebrated Valentine’s Day in a couple of years,” I said. “What? Why?” “Well last year I was single, and before that, we were never in the same city somehow so… but I don’t think I missed out on anything big,” I plopped down onto the couch after making some tea. “Well you did, on good dates,” Scarlett responded. “Now that I’m thinking about it, I haven’t been on a date in a while.” “That’s upsetting. I’m sad for you.” “Why thank you, so emphatic.” “We should do something.” She suggested. “What’s on your mind?” “There’s this Jazz Bar at Soho, they have great wings and the music is very good,” that’s probably the most exciting date that I would ever be on. Date? Haha sure. “Ah I love Jazz so much,” I threw my head back. “I know.” “We have to go there.” “It’s next Wednesday, you sure you’re free?” “I’m free all February.” “Rose will be at her dad’s so I should be fine too. I’ll pick you up at… 7?” “That would be great.”

***

*group chat Work Wives; Y/n-Shortie🐜, Jennifer- Jello🍓, Emma- Giggles🪨

Shortie🐜: I think I have a date, not sure 🌝

Giggles🪨: with who ??

Jello🍓: take a guess?🤓

Giggles🪨: Ah right

Shortie🐜: I don’t think it’s that obvious

Jello🍓: it is

Giggles🪨: pretty much, yeah. Why not sure though?

Shortie🐜: well she asked me if I had anything planned for Valentine’s Day, I said no and told her about how I didn’t do anything for the past few years for that so she said we should do something

Jello🍓: and?!

Shortie🐜: she’s picking me up next Wednesday and we’re gonna go to a jazz bar with wings🫠

Giggles🪨: your new fav place probably

Shortie🐜: so true

Jello🍓: definitely a date

Shortie🐜: she also said that her daughter is not with her at the moment so she’s good to go

Giggles🪨: oooooh you’re gonna laiiiid 🐱🐱🐱

Shortie🐜: im not that kind of person

Jello🍓: yeah and im completely normal right?

Great, now I’m overthinking.

***

The next couple of days went by painfully slowly. I tried to take my mind off of the ‘date’ by painting, reading and learning my lines for Bombshell, but my mind just kept going back to this potential date.

I know it’s too early to stress about it since it’s only in a couple of days but I was terrified. Scarlett is a very powerful and influential woman, if she truly means this as a date, there’s no way I will be calm. She is a very attractive person and her mere presence is intimidating for me, despite her lovely personality.

I still haven’t told Chris anything about this, a little scared of what he would think. Probably surprised, and curious but still…

Trying to relax was always a bit of trouble for me. When I was younger, I used to struggle with anxiety and painting was always a big help. So like now, I chose to paint something once again, for the second time this week.

As I was looking at the halfway-done picture of a vintage kitchen, my phone began to ring. Unfolding my legs I got up from the ground, my flannel shirt’s sleeve rolling down as I reached for the phone on the table. It was Chris. “Hey Captain,” I spoke. “Very funny.” “I think it is.” “Yeah yeah… what are you up to?” He asked. “Just painting.” “Again?” Why is it so surprising? “Mhm, why?” I sat back on the floor, letting my legs stretch for a while. “I was gonna get lunch, maybe you want to join,” he suggested. “Alright, I haven’t had anything today so you got me.” “I’ll be there in 30 minutes.” “Yup.”

***

“You’ve been painting a lot lately…” Chris started and I glanced up at him from behind the menu. “Yeah, and?” Shrugged as my eyes scanned the different types of dishes. “Anything on your mind that might be stressful? You seem to disappear these days, although I heard Scarlett is a very frequent part of your days,” he smiled suspiciously while crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. “You guys talk about me? How cute,” I faked a smile. “Yeah, she said you guys will go out this Wednesday, kinda hurt you didn’t tell me you’re going out with my best friend, but whatever…” He sassily spread his arms then picked back up his menu. “Wait a damn minute. For the record, I’m still not sure if it’s a date. She didn’t make it that obvious, okay? Jen and Emma say it is, but she didn’t say it so…” “Y/n… it’s gonna be on Valentine’s Day, what the hell do you think it is? A friendly outing? Yeah, sure.” He’s Scarlett’s best friend, then it has to be a date. “Fuck…” I sighed. “What? You don’t like her?” “No no… that’s the fucking problem. She is Scarlett Johansson, can you imagine how horrifying it is for me? She is way too nice with me and it scares the fuck out of me. It doesn’t help that she has a flirtatious personality and I don’t know whether I should pay attention to that or not. Chris, I’m terrified of this date.” He just laughed. He literally laughed at my rumbling. “You know what? I’m not gonna tell you anything, ever again,” I placed down my menu as I’ve already chosen my dish.

The man held up his two hands defensively, while the smile remained on his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just so funny to see you all freaked out. Scarlett is such a laid back person and I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Where are you guys going?” He asked. “A jazz bar. She said it’s good.” He nodded. “That sounds fun. I would love to say I’m shocked to see you guys in this situation but I’m not.” The waiter stepped up to our table, breaking our conversation but we gave him our order and I quickly got back to the topic. “You’re not surprised?” I raised an eyebrow. “Not at all. On New Year's Eve you guys seemed to get along very well and she mentioned how much you guys have actually talked since then, so…” Oh so she’s talking about this… Interesting. “Do you think she’s playing though? I don’t want to be a one night stand that gets thrown away after a round,” I glanced down at my glass of iced tea. “No no, she’s not like that. She has Rose. Scarlett is a uhm… how should I say it? A person who settles down very quickly but doesn’t stick around for long but I think she’s different now. You know after Colint and Rose’s dad she wants someone…” “Stable.” “Exactly. So if you two want the same thing, then maybe it’ll become something great.”

***

Wednesday was here in a second after I had lunch with Chris. He made me think twice about the whole situation and all I have is low expectations. I don’t want to overthink it anymore, I just want to enjoy myself, that’s all it’s about, isn’t it?

This year, Valentine's Day was very nice. The weather was gloomy and it looked like it’ll rain any minute, my favorite weather. For my outfit I wanted to be a little bold, not gonna lie. It’s definitely a date, now I’m sure. So I may just use that as an opportunity to look good. I’m meeting with the most gorgeous woman and I will not be shy about it.

I could never go wrong with a black dress. It had a slit on the left side, pairing the whole dress with a longer black coat, I should be fine. A pair of red bottom shoes and some silver rings and a necklace, I will not hold back. I straightened my hair and did some minimal make up just to balance out everything.

At 6:50 the doorbell rang. Tell me she’s not standing in the rain.

Hurried down the stairs, I opened the door to see Scarlett standing in the doorway with an umbrella over her head. Other hand behind her back. Wide smile on her flawless face and green eyes shining in the light of the front door. “Hey, you look lovely,” the woman rasped out, my stomach dropping from the sound of her deep voice. “And you look amazing, shall we go, I wouldn’t want your look to be ruined by the rain.” I grabbed my coat and as I was putting it on she brought her left hand forward. A bouquet of white roses nicely wrapped in brown paper. They looked magical. “These are for you. I haven’t been on a date in a while, I don’t know if people still bring flowe-“ “I love them. White roses are my favorite.” She let out a soft breath and glanced down before the smile appeared on her face again. “Let me put these in water and we can go.”

The black car was patiently waiting in the dawning street, its tinted windows not allowing me to see inside. The rain was pouring down on it. My hands were shaking a little but I was excited. Scarlett’s company is very much enjoyable so it should be fun.

Scarlett held the umbrella just high enough that we both fit under it. Our shoulders brushing against the other’s. We hurried to the car as we reached it, the woman opened the door as the gentlewoman she is. I got in, her following me and the driver took off as soon as Scarlett closed the door.

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“I know we usually avoid work things but I stepped back from Carol,” I said and her eyebrows rose as her chin was resting in her palm. “Really?” “Yeah, I’ll have four movies for this year and I just couldn’t fit that in.” “I did too actually. They said I was too young for the role, I took that as a compliment,” she smirked, making me chuckle. “It was an exciting project though.” “Truly was. What are you making this year?” She sipped her beer and leaned back in her seat. Fingers intertwined in her lap she was watching me carefully. “Well Bombshell is the first, it should be like two months I think and we’re filming in LA,” I said. “You don’t like LA,” Scarlett cut in and I nodded my head. “Yeah, it’s too much for me.” “Two months are nothing, it’ll be quick,” she touched my elbow softly. “Yeah, I know. Then I’m doing Just Mercy for two months and after that-“ “You’re coming with me to Prague.”

My mouth fell open and my hands fell in my lap. “Did Taika tell you?” I asked, a bit upset that I couldn't tell her myself. “It slipped. I just told him that we’ve already met and he accidentally told me. Although he made sure to tell me that I should not mention it to you because you wanted to tell me. Then you have a hand in this, how did this happen?” “I guess you can say that…” I smiled shyly, fidgeting with the rings on my fingers. “Taika and I have known each other forever. And we've always shared books with each other, so a couple years ago I came across this particular one called Caging Skies. And he said that he read that already and he loves it so much. Then we started joking around with it and saying how fun of a movie it could be. And in like a month we started putting our ideas together and started writing it.” I explained and her curious eyes were just soaking in every little inch of my face while also listening to what I was saying. “It’s amazing, controversial but fantastic. Do you write other things too?” Scarlett raised one of her eyebrows and leaned forward, letting her arms rest on the edge of the table while also being crossed in front of her chest. “I just finished one a couple weeks ago actually. It’s like a psychological thriller.” “You like this stuff, huh? These artistic things…” Just her talking made my insides buzz, like her voice is just so seductive to me, it’s insane. “I love them. It’s such a great form of therapy to me, sometimes it’s better than talking to a stranger who judges every one of my actions.” “But you have talent. It’s hard to do without that.” Not gonna lie, I blushed just a slightly bit from her words but I controlled myself and kept up the conversation. “Well, thank you but I think you can loosen up your mind without knowing how to paint or draw. My dad and I often do days when we just sit in the garden and just paint what we see, he has no sense of painting but it still helps him relax. You should try it sometimes, I’m sure your daughter would be happy to join you,” I chuckled but I meant it. “Maybe you could help us out, Rose should learn from a professional,” the way she was initiating a whole different conversation with just her eyes was just making me blushful and inquiring. “I’d love to.”

After our food arrived, we still talked about work, although Scarlett was just shooting me down with questions. She wasn’t talking about herself that much and I found that strange. She has a very engaging personality and even though we’ve been talking for a while, she’s still a mystery to me.

“You don’t talk much about yourself,” I mentioned. I started fidgeting with my fingers, because I got a little anxious about making her uncomfortable with this.

Scarlett smiled to herself, her face down, strictly looking at her plate. She rotated the fork in her hand but then placed it down. Took a deep breath in, while she lifted her head. “Didn’t mean to cross the line, sorry,” I cleared my throat but she was quick to place her hand on my knee that was poking out from under the table. “No no, you didn’t. It’s just the last time I shared my life with someone, I drew the shorter straw,” a sad smile crossed her face but as I listened all I could think about is you don’t let this type of woman out of your life.

Since New Year’s, we’ve spoken nonstop. Yes, she was asking a lot about me but she talked about herself willingly. She told me about her daughter, Rose, that they always paint each other’s nails on Wednesday, they bake cookies together or watch cartoons on Saturday mornings while having breakfast. Her worries about work were a topic that came up from time to time, but if I had those she made sure to take my mind off of it. She has the kindest soul and I don’t think you can just give that up.

“What I know…” I straightened up and placed down my fork. All my attention was on her, just so she gets what I want to say. Her eyes were so curious of my words and I was so eager to share. “Is that since we’ve been talking… it just proved to me that you have the biggest heart.” I said, her cheeks rounding as a shade of pink tinted them while she smiled. “You put other people’s problems in front of yours, and not a lot of people can do that. If anyone takes advantage of your trust it’s their problem. They lost you, not the other way,” I took my glass and I slightly raised it. “And I say we toast to that.” Scarlett smiled widely and grabbed her beer. “Thank you.” “No need for that.” “There is. You’re always there to remind me what I'm worth and I appreciate that. To trust.” She clicked her bottle to my glass and blush crept up my neck. “To trust.”

After a couple glasses of alcohol we had very direct conversations. Scarlett shared more and more about her life and I was honored that she trusted me with this.

“So hopefully my next marriage will last for, you know… a good ten years at least,” she said with a shrug. “I don’t blame you though, it’s hard to find a person you can settle down with but understands your work. Even actors, sometimes they don’t accept that you work most of the year,” I grabbed a piece of fries from the small basket that was in the middle of the table. “When was your last relationship? Like a real thing, and with who? I’m dying to know what your type is,” she smirked and I just chuckled. “What do you think my type is?” I raised an eyebrow, challenging her to give me her best answer.

Her wide green eyes squinted as she was looking at me. Chin resting in her palm, her lips pursed. The look just sent shivers down my spine, my hands were sweating and I suddenly felt hot, even though the bar was perfectly heated.

“Alright… I feel like you don’t like needy people,” she pulled on her lips, grimacing a little. Her nose scrunched up, her face looking so adorable in the moment. “I really don’t, we’re adults not toddlers.” “I agree. What about…” she looked up, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. “Non celebrity? Is it in the cards for you?” That’s actually a good point. “I don’t know… If they aren’t familiar with you know… my work ethic I guess, it’s a hard thing to take in. I travel all the time, not everyone can handle that,” I explained and she nodded her head. “Makes sense, I couldn’t do that. It’s just difficult.” “Truly is.” “Okay one more than you need to tell me,” she smiled then drank the last sip of her beer. “Shoot.” She raised her look on me, her pupils wide and a devilish smirk plastered her face. “Older people? How do you go about this?”

Heat crept up my cheek, and a shy smile pulled on my lips from the unwarned question. I chuckled awkwardly and ran a hand through my hair just out of nerves. “I uhm… I haven’t been in a situation when somebody significantly older was interested in me and me in them. But you know… I’m not against it. If it’s the right person, then so be it.”

Looked up into her eyes and all I could see was curiosity. I glanced down at her lips, such an unconscious action that I couldn’t control. Her full lips were spread in a barely noticeable smirk but from how close she was, I could perfectly see it. “Why? Interested?” I asked jokingly, hoping to hear the right answer.

Scarlett hummed and visibly looked down at my lips then back my eyes. The tension was so thick, you could’ve cut it with a knife. Her big green eyes were just staring at me with a look I could not understand. “I just might be.”

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